Friday, October 26, 2012

For your own safety... go to sleep.

I once had a friend tell me that she believed me to be the unluckiest person alive. Realistically I knew this not to be true, but sometimes I wonder...

Yesterday was a day that I think qualified as both a hazard to my health and my sanity.
I woke up to this: 

I tip toed into class late thanks to the mass of Rexburg students who don't know how to drive in the snow, and received the loving look from my professor obviously saying "you've been late the last 3 classes, let me know how an F tastes" as I shot him this glance:
(Don't worry, unlike this portrayal, I was in fact clothed)

I went about my day until my work meeting that I had to conduct at 2. The powerpoint I prepared, the training, and everything I perfectly organized was on a computer that was slower than dirt. Nothing worked. Nothing. And on top of that our boss just so happened to pop in to our training and see how things were going just in time to catch my really,-I-did-prepare-something...I-swear lesson.

Shortly after, I raced to my car so I could drive to my class at the middle school and as I was stepping off the curb, I so gracefully slipped and slid into the ocean of slush surrounding my car: Skirt in the air, flat on my back, while the campus passed by in transition between classes. It was pretty epic.

So I lay there, a little stunned until my husband and a nice girl in passing come to help me up. 
Needless to say, my bum bum was pretty wet. On the way to my class my husband and I laugh about how lucky it was that I landed on my backpack, yadda yadda and so on.

I get home from class, in a relatively good mood given all that had happened throughout the day and thinking it really couldn't get worse only to be greeted by this mess of laundry:
Wait for it..... 
The real kicker.....

This warped fork from the dishwasher: 
(Anyone who thinks this fork is not a tragedy has obviously never loved a fork as much as I...) 

As I go to open my laptop to play some music, I find that gravity managed to bring all the force of my body through the backpack, through the laptop case, and cracked my laptop screen when I fell earlier. 

Laptop. Screen. Cracked.  
Bloggers of the world, I give you permission to weep over this catastrophe.

Needless to say, bedtime was at 7:30 last night. Bed is the only safe place these days.

1 comment:

  1. Oh goodness! So sorry, girl! I know how those days go. Hope tomorrow is better!


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