Last week I was hit with a horrible can’t swallow without wanting to scream sore throat. It was followed by a flood of mucus in my head, the inability to think clearly and a bloody nose.
Then my dog had diarrhea and I stepped in it with my socks on. I ripped the sock off and my mom’s dog grabbed it in her mouth and refused to relinquish it. Then later in the day (after I’d showered), I stepped in my dog’s pooh again barefoot.
I got the mail on Monday and my Killer Nashville submission was returned to me because I stupidly sent it with signature required via Express Mail. This happened to a few submissions and because of the floods, the contest submission deadline was extended.
I go to the post office this AM to re-mail the submission and the line is 20 people long with 3 windows open. Even the automated postal machines have a line. And the guy in front of me is buying a 44 cent stamp. This takes literally 5 minutes. Is it murder when someone is causing massive lines because of their stupidity? I’m not so sure anymore. Might be performing a civic duty at this point.
At work, I have a horrible coughing fit in my boss’ office during our meeting. My eyes tear up and I have to go grab water because the coughing won’t stop.
I think I need a break. Or to wear shoes all the time. Not sure which.
Tell me about your bad days or even a series of unfortunate incidents. What was the straw that broke your camels back? What are the little things that get to you?