I’m Not Sure How to Handle This

I am NOT looking forward to this day…
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Do you ever have one of those days, you know, when you wake up and think, “This is going to be a great day!”, and then you start living your day, and then it starts sucking, and then it becomes progressively worse, and then you think, “I hate my life.  Why did I even get out of bed this morning?”, and then you’re driving and a tire falls off the back end of your car and you almost flip your car over?

Well, that was not the kind of day I had today.

Surprising, huh?

First of all – and let’s be clear about this in case you have some kind of distorted perception of my personality – I never wake up and think, “This is going to be a great day!”   I pretty much greet each and every day with a groan and a prayer that 3 feet of snow accumulated outside during the course of the night, rendering the entire city helpless and making it impossible for me to go to work.  Not because I don’t like my job.  Just because I like sleep better.  Than anything.

Since I live in San Antonio, Texas, and it has snowed about an inch here in the last 25 years, you can safely conclude that my hopes are dashed every morning.

So, already, after approximately 3 minutes of wake-itude, my day is pretty much ruined.

The up side of this is that my low expectations are nearly always met.  If my life was a standardized test, I would meet my self-prescribed passing standard 7 days of the week.  Not many people can say that.

Today was different.  Oh,  I began the day with my usual grumpiness, which was compounded by the sight of a parking lot full of cars and a median obliterated by hundreds of signs when I arrived at work.

Voting Day.  At my work.  A school.  Which also happens to be my polling location.

Thanks to John Mayer and Donald Trump, I was not able to vote early last Friday.  So, today would be my last chance.  And my schedule was packed.  And the line was already way out the door.

Grump. Grump. Grump.  I walked past the line of people who do not have to be at work at 7:15, who do not have ant farms to maintain and students to entertain, who can vote at their leisure.  And go home.  And back to bed.

And then my day got better.

Everything went right.  My ants didn’t die.  My students were thrilled with everything I planned.  I helped a teacher solve a technology problem.  The Xerox machine did not make origami out of my copies.

And… I had time to vote.  And they didn’t turn me away!  And the touchscreen actually pretended to confirm my vote instead of saying, “You are obviously not from Texas.  Go back to your own kind.”

It was a great day!

Now I’m worried…

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Posted on November 6, 2012, in Depression, Humor, Work and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. I’m very happy you had a great day. Truly.
    At the risk of shattering it, we’ve been reading of the computerised voting ballots changing peoples votes from one candidate to the other (without human intervention), down here. Hope that doesn’t happen to you. I know you and Mitt are buddies…

  2. “Pretended to confirm”– ha!

  3. An unexpected good day is always a treat. Wear your pajamas inside out. It is the good luck charm to bring snow.

  4. LOL Oh I think you’re a kindred spirit. This Texas gal is always sad when there is no snow. Now that I live in Austin, life sucks. And since I voted against all other Texans I think they took my vote, but who knows they may be preparing the rope to string me up later.

  5. Great days are concerning. They can never be actually real.

  6. what a sweet kitten…see bad days can turn out good…and remember there is always someone having a worse day than you

  7. Great post. Can I tell you how much I hate it when the copier makes origami out of my copies and how much I love that line? My kids were home yesterday so people could come vote at their school. Since I had a deadline and had to work, it was not a very good day. Two meltdowns (not me) and many, many card games and one deadline met. We survived. Thank goodness I voted early! I never would have made that.

  8. Don’t you just hate it when you’re all braced for catastrophe and nothing happens?

    …nah, didn’t think so. Me, neither. 🙂

  9. I say milk it for all it’s worth before the other shoe drops.

  10. hee hee hurray for you!

  11. LOL! I always worry when my day goes well.. it usually means tomorrow will be twice a trying.. hehehe

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