I have had a bad, bad day.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I wake up, and I feel fat. You just know that things are not going to go well.

So I try on about 27 outfits, all of which I hate, despite having thought they were the “Cutest Thing Ever![sup]TM[/sup]” only days before. I decide on something to wear and leave the house.

It’s pissing down rain. I drive to work, grumbling the whole way.

I get to work and park, but have to park really far away because I took so damn long deciding what to wear, so I start trudging up the hill. On the way, I have to pass a youth home for troubled youths. At least a few of the youths in this home are troubled because they find it necessary to commentate on everything. On a regular day, no problem. On a fat day, big problem.

I pass the youths. They commentate. They demand my umbrella. They sneer and make rude remarks. I grimace and keep walking. About 25 feet up the way, I hit some mud and wipe out. In front of the youths. Great, not only do I have mud all over my pants/shirt/shoes/purse/hands/umbrella, but my accident has been witnessed by troubled youths. Swell.

I make it to my office. A couple of hours pass uneventfully. Until lunch when I drop an entire bottle of coke, which sprays all over me. It did wash off some of the mud, so it wasn’t all bad.

Time passes and I make to leave for job #2. I look for my glasses. Great - in the wipe out of earlier today, I lost my glasses as they flung out of my not totally closed purse. That’s just Jim-Dandy - I’m out a $500 pair of stupid designer glasses.

I go to my second job. The recruting sux. The moderator is crabby. The client is bitchy. Fan-dang-dabulous.

I get home. My car hicups the whole way. (???)

And now, just to top it all off,

I HAVE SOME BIZZARO FRIKIN’ RASH ON MY EAR!!!

I really should have just rolled over this morning and gone back to sleep.

:mad:

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You know it’s a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day when the cutest, smartest, most freakin’ adorable doper has a fat day.

I feel your pain, doll… Of course, I have fat days with alarming regularity, so I don’t let it get to me.

(ps, your insurance will probably cover your glasses.)

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Aw, shucks. Yer gonna make me blush. :slight_smile:

Ya know, if any ONE of these things had happend, it would have been a complete non-event, it’s just when ALL of them happen on the same day that you start expecting a friking meteor to crash into your car on the Deerfoot.

Thanks fer making me feel better, G

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Now go huggle the bunnies and eat chocolate and watch Letterman. That’s an ORDER.

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Hey gals, fat days mean you’ll make it through the winter!!

Well, I was tryin’ to see the upside.

Sorry, I’ll go home now.

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I had a bad sad day last week.

Primafloret the Elder was being demon spawn. I put him in his room so he could rotate his head and be horrible where I didn’t have t o pay him any attention.

He threw a jar of salt intended for the hermit crab’s water.

Took him the vacuum cleaner. In a touching display of youthful curiosity, the awful offspring opened the cleaner while it was running. It was full so the results were just astounding. All I could do was stand there and weep.

I took a bucket of water to mop to try and settle the dust.

Turned my back for 30 seconds and the poor feckless offspring kicked the bucket of water over.

It was really phenomenal. How much does the home for troubled youth charge? Can I ship P the E there? He’s real good at commentating.

And good luck with the insurance claim for your glasses.

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I think insurance is out. My home deductable is $500.

Besides, I’m pretty sure they only cover theft. (Although why someone would steal perscription glasses I certainly don’t know.)

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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer’d woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune’s might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.

      William Shakespeare
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Alice, sorry you had a bad day. I had a bad night myself.

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Maybe you’re still sleeping. Sounds like one of those icky anxiety dreams. When you wake up, you will be your lovely self again.

Seriously, though, blechhhy [MAD magazine adjective] vibes do tend to attract one another. Sorry for your bad, bad day. I’ll be sending some good vibes down the rabbit hole for you. I just found some at the bottom of my purse specifically designed to cancel out Evil Blechhhy Vibes.

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I hope today is better for you Alice :slight_smile:

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Well. My sweet, kind, benovlant beau spent all night hunting around and found my glasses for me. :slight_smile: I knew there was a reason I loved this man. :slight_smile:

Miraculously over night, I have shrunk back to my normal size, and no longer feel like a whale.

My roommate felt sorry for me last night so she made me a yum, yum, yummy tuna wrap for lunch, which is waiting for me now.

Ah yes. Things are back to normal here in Wonderland

Thanks guys. :slight_smile:

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Sorry to hear you had a bad day. Sending warm thoughts your way.

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mmmm, sweet, kind, benevolant beaux. :slight_smile:

mmmm, normal size after a fat day :smiley:

mmmm, tuunna wrrap. YUM YUM :wink:

mmmm, Deerfoot Mall - Shopping :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

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I have printed out your tale to cheer me up the next time I have a bad day – for surely it could not be as bad as that.

Scarlett, commentating

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Late to the thread, but still commiserating…

(((((alice_in_wonderland)))))

On the upside, you obviously have a wonderful man in your life. That makes up for a whole BUNCH of bad days. Not that I want you to HAVE any more, but if you do…keep repeating it to yourself…

Oh, and here’s some huggles for YOU too, hon.

(((((Primaflora)))))

Much Love,

Cheri

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I should refer you to my mother. Except that my reputation for being sweet & innocent would be irrevocably damaged.

Suffice it to say that in spite of interfering neighbours calling in social services over my screams (just 'cause I discovered the concept of volume), in spite of my learning to tap-dance on her favourite LPs, in spite of my many many demon-spawn-with-angelic-smile days, I am a well-adjusted, marginally normal adult who trusts to my mothers hard-taught lessons. And she and I are pretty darn close, too.

{{{{Primaflora}}}}

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Oh, dear. You’ve been in VanCougar too long, Sinshin - Deerfoot blows rhino chunks now. Chinook is whassssahappenin. And they even have an IMAX now.

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You know, when I shop to look I go to Chinook, and when I shop to BUY, I go to Deerfoot - home of the outlet stores, dontcha know. Okay, done my Calgary hijack now. Carry on, as you were, etc etc.