Today Was Shit, I Just Need to Vent

Do you ever have one of those days? One of those ‘nothing is going to work, I’m going to fuck everything up and ruin everything I touch, I really want to cry but I refuse to let anyone see me so I’ll stubbornly fight tears until I’m physically and emotionally exhausted’ days? That was today for me.

I have a bizarre tenderness all around the right side of my face, partly stemming from three separate toothaches and partly stemming from a mystery pain in my right eye/socket. Maybe the ghost was beating me up in my sleep again, bastard. I forgot my name tag, and when I got to work, I couldn’t seem to do anything right. My boss was quietly exasperated with me in a way that made me feel even more shitty about my own uselessness and I was sorely tempted to quit on the spot, money to live on be damned. When the day finally ended, I got home to find a fine in the mail and a notice to tell me that I had once again forgotten to arrange a time for FedEx to deliver a package for me.

I’m trying to remind myself that the day is over and I don’t have to worry about anything else, but my head is still in pain and in the back of my mind is the niggling issue of having lost my expensive prescription sunglasses somewhere. They’ve been missing for weeks, and it’s really starting to bother me. Ugh. Some days it’s just not worth getting out of bed.

But, on the positive side, I only have three more days left in this work week. And I’m finally getting more work done on one of my larger tattoos on Saturday, so if the rest of the week is as bad as today was, at least I have something to look forward to. I hope you all had a better Tuesday than I did, and if anyone has any hugs to spare, toss a couple my way.

Unlucky in Life

My life is chaotic. Partly because I’m pretty much always busy, but mostly because I am a combination of clumsy and unlucky. My constant misfortune is a veritable fountain of amusement for my friends, who I often regale with my tales of woe. I have fallen down steps and accidentally flashed my panties to strangers. I have walked into and tripped over everything under the sun. I have said stupid things. I have slapped complete strangers on the bum, mistaking them for friends. I often tell my best friend that my life is like a bad comedy. You know those movies where the protagonist is always getting themselves into sticky, tricky, awkward situations? Yeah, that’s my life.

Like the other day, I started my training for zips on shoes, a particularly difficult and fiddly job that requires patience (which I have very little of) and concentration (which I can, oooh, shiny!). So I attempted to attach the new zip to the shoe. I placed the zip, lined it up and stitched it in, but unfortunately missed half the lining. So I went back and did it again, taking extra care this time to stitch ALL the lining. When I was finished, I was so happy with myself…until I realised I had been so concerned with the lining, that I had forgotten the pertinent step of actually putting the zip in. I couldn’t help but laugh at my foolishness, though I don’t think my boss was as amused. And thus began my third attempt.


Today was weird. I was in a bizarrely good mood, happily engaging customers in friendly conversation. The multitudes of screaming children didn’t even seem to bother me…quite as much. The strange part is that today was incredibly unlucky. I banged my knee twice on my bed. I tripped down my front steps. I took the lid off my hot chocolate and spilled it everywhere. I dropped my keys countless times. A customer took something the wrong way and got offended, and when I proceeded to explain what I had meant, she intentionally insulted and embarrassed me out of spite. And then, to top it all off, on the way back from the post office, some an idiot drove into my lane, forced me to swerve and nearly caused an accident. And naturally, while I sat in my car near the tree I almost hit, hyperventilating in shock, the bastard just drove away. Suffice to say, today was not my day.

And yet, strangely unperturbed, I carried on. This is not always the case. More often than not, a bad day will send me to bed in angry frustration, where I will hide under my covers in sullen fury, cursing the universe and everyone in it. But sometimes, you just have to laugh at yourself and move on. I mean, when you’re as unlucky as I am, you can’t take yourself too seriously. So now, with the bad day well and truly behind me, and still in surprisingly high spirits, I am going to curl up on the couch with a blanket and some TV. I can’t possibly do any harm by sitting down! (at least I hope I can’t…)