Everybody has had one. A day where absolutely nothing seems to go the way you had planned.
Some people call it having a bad day. Others say it is just life’s way of showing you that no matter how hard you try, you really do not have as much control over things as you think.
It can be something inconsequential that sets off what seems to be a series of unfortunate events. And oftentimes, no matter what you do to fix the day, nothing helps. Sometimes it may be just that nothing works out the way you thought it would.
Last week was one of those particular times for me.
It started when I forgot to set the alarm clock and overslept. Things quickly went downhill from there. As I tried to hurry through my morning routine, I discovered that it was going to be a day where I had a bad case of the dropsies.
I dropped the soap while in the shower (repeatedly). I dropped my toothbrush. I dropped the deodorant. I dropped my phone. You get the picture.
In my haste to make up for the lost time, I left for work without my computer — which I had left sitting on the dining room table. Fortunately I live a half mile from the office, but it was the first of many hiccups that day.
I am a creature of habit. I like my routines, especially in the morning. That means getting to work early and enjoying a cup of coffee while I scan social media for any tidbits that I can turn into a story is important to me.
And when that routine gets knocked off kilter, things tend to snowball. Or maybe it just seems that way to me. These are the days where it seems no matter what you do, you hit every red light both going to and coming back from wherever it is you are driving.
They are also the days when you drop your piece of toast with peanut butter on your shirt (remember the dropsies?) And then bump your head on the desk when reaching down to pick said toast off the floor.
These are also the days where after returning to your office with your computer, you then realize you also forgot to bring in the headphones, prompting another trip home. At least this time I was also able to change my shirt after the peanut butter fiasco.
I try my best to take these days in stride. In the bigger picture, are they really all that bad? Will any of it really matter tomorrow or the next day? Probably not.
Could all of this simply be in my head? Perhaps. After all, there is no scientific proof that bad days exist. So maybe it really is just the world’s way of saying “take a deep breath and relax.”
Joseph Cyr is the assistant editor/senior reporter for the BDN weekly newspapers. He can be reached at 532-2281 or via email at jcyr@bangordailynews.com.
