Yesterday was definitely one of those days to forget. One where everything went wrong or was cursed.
I got up nearly an hour earlier than usual to do my Chatterbox/Dickinson post. When I went to upload it to the WWW I must have made a keystroke error, because instead of embellishing the internet blogasphere with my wit, I created a duplicate copy of my three years of posts to my software platform.
When there was no time left to figure out the issue I left for work. I had forgotten that Jenni was scheduled for a dentist appointment and was not joining me so I drove in alone.
The interstate had more than it's usual share of blind 9 year old drivers and my frustration levels did not subsist. I got to my Starbucks and was told that not only was there not any Decaf made, there wouldn't be in the foreseeable future. A different Starbucks had lost water pressure and they were using the brewers of mine to fill several group pack boxes to transport there. I was offered and accepted a "mild" American decaf in place of my usual. I got to work without a second to spare and no time to unwind.
The day proceeded like it was less than two weeks from a major gift giving holiday. I was to be the second lunch which I would have to take alone due to the lack of wife three blocks to the east. I didn't realize that Mr. Novak was not in when I took my first call: a sensor cleaning request: I said I took lunch at 12:30 ish (which I would if I were the third lunch launchee) instead of 11:45 for the 2 spot, and ended up waiting an additional 1/2 hour for my customer to drop in for the service. So I got to lunch (alone) later than I should have.
After solo satiety I helped many customers, including some that just don't get it. I remained calm knowing that I would be the same way outside my sphere of expertise or knowledge, but that still doesn't help the psyche on a day from hell. Thursday is the dreaded long day and we were there until 6:30, then a lonely drive home in the dark without my passenger to grouse with about the day.
Before I got home I had to stop and fill up the tank on the convertible, to my overwhelming delight gas prices had gone up 35¢/gallon since my morning drive in.
Next I had to pick up a bottle of barley for the Friday night IBCFM (International Beer Club For Men) meeting, and was rang up by a grumbly old curmudgeon who tried at least 20 times to get my Mastercard to process as a Visa. He said the card was warped, cracked, and didn't work. I said other wise. Finally I guessed why he was failing at register 101, and said it's a Mastercard. He pushed a button on the register and it worked on the next try. Being resigned to the day I was having I had not been short, impatient or unfriendly. In a disgusted tone he said, "Well I'm not too SMART, 's why I work here! "
Home, no food and the computer to contend with. I deleted the duplicate history, reformatted my photo, and uploaded the We Were Listening post. Then while the joy of the day was still in me, I started to make this post. I thought it would be neat to try to flip the signature and comment thing over, just like my day had been. I named the file "title upside down" which the computer saw as html code when I dragged it in and messed up several lines of text, before crashing the whole program. luckily I had saved after the previous post.
That all took me to about 8:30, when I decided to soak in an epson salts bath. Well earlier Jenni had been doing laundry and I didn't get as much hot aqua as I wanted, plus I ended up dicking with the computer some more for about 20 minutes after drawing the water for my soak therapy. When I climbed in the water was barely tepid. So I drained about half of the luke warm and re-topped with 2 parts hot and 4 parts again luke warm. The water heater water was not back to a full usable temperature. Net gain? Short ,non theraputive epson salts wasting soak. I consumed a half a carton of Whoppers for dinner and trundled off to bed with the Brisingr book and a box of Kleenex's in hand. Par for the course, in the last 24 hours I had developed a massive head-cold or the flu.
I hope that that day was the completion of the rest of the years bad days.

footnote: Funny, that post didn't upload last night so I resubmit it today: 12/12/2008 1:01PM, then I go to bed with the flu and the throb from a shot. I will not be attending the IBCFM meeting either. Drat.