The day where everything fucks me over
The Klingons have a saying, you know this is going to be a great post when it starts by referencing Star Trek, "Today is a good day to die." You know that's supposed to sum up their warrior culture and their willingness to die in batte. Great great. Great, great I understand glorious death in battle, check. Those crazy Klingons.
For me today might be a good day to die, though not for honour in battle but only because everything I touch today seems to just fuck up on me. Examples? My alarm did not wake me up today, so when I woke up to see that I was supposed to be at work in one minute I assumed I wouldn't be able to make it.
Thankfully I had forgotten about the world falling back onto daylight savings time, and so I had an hour extra and I made it to work on time. Yet I now no longer trust the alarm in my phone to wake me up, despite the fact that it's worked fine for months. It went off, it just was not loud enough to wake me from the coma I had fallen into.
Getting to work on time was nice. What wasn't nice was when I discovered that the store had no paper, at all. I went to print something and heard the familiar "out of paper" sound that our printer makes, so I went to get some more from the drawer. None there, so onto the supply closet, none there, so into the product room and again there was none. Now we use a lot of paper, and without it I basically can't do anything. So I had to close the store and go buy more at Future Shop.
Really no paper?
So two of the things I rely on today have failed me, and now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Thankfully I don't have to drive, otherwise my brakes might fail. I think the best course of action is either to kill myself now in fear of what is coming or get home as soon as I can after work and hide behind my couch in the fetal position. So my new saying is, "Today is either a good day to die, or a good day to hide behind a couch weeping like a little girl."
I bet it sounds cooler in Klingon.