Bad Luck Days

Yup. Today. The first ever Bad Luck Day. Now sit back on that chair, sip that coffee and listen to the story of an old (actually, young) man...

I wake up. Late. In fact, I wake up 30 minutes after my first lecture has started. Rush out. Dad lectures for forgetting to put the bin out for the trucks to empty, I forget to put something in the bin, and mum turns out to be sick. Very sick.

I'm on the train. It seems a fine Melbourne day. Suddenly, the train I catch stops. Notice only 10 minutes after. Announcement: "Sorry passangers... I... I... Er, the train will stop here now due to a fatality... Sorry...". Sit there 3 hours until a representitive tells us to get out of the train to go on replacement buses.

Buses take us to other train lines. Trains massively delayed thanks to the murder driver. EVENTUALLY make it in time to class tutorials (missing out on ALL lecturers scheduled today). Remembered: OH SHIT MY TWO ASSIGNMENTS.

Go back to nearest station. Mum's sick, so ring dad, who is already pissed about me this morning. 15 minnute lecture (the whole car trip). Grab items. Go back (another 15 minute lecture). Go back to Uni.

Clouds gather. Go to class. Remember that 3rd presentation, needed to print out pics for the presentation. Wag class to print out sheets. Find out I need $10 to print all of them out.

Got some time before presentation. Stay in library. Go on eBay. Strike notice (even though I paid and proved payment). Try hopping on gamingforce.com. Wireless network at Uni stuffs up. Boredem.

Presentation. Bored the crap out of others (only good thing today: tutor really liked presentation... OR DID SHE?). Class finishes. Rain.

Trains don't stop at my station. Stand in rain for bus. Bus takes ages to get home. Doesn't stop near house. Walk in now heavy rains. Originally to come home at 5pm, but end up getting home at 6:30.


Luckily for me, though, that was the end of it.

Discuss/vent your frustation of days like these here.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife. Deep, man. Deep.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Um... Amen to that?

But anyway, everyone has their bad days and today I was a victim to it. I'm sure there'll be some pretty horrendous Bad Luck Day stories out there worse than mine.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Once I was on my way to the mall and I missed the bus. This day in particular, it was raining VERY hard and the streets were starting to flood a little on the side. Even though I had my umbrella, my ankles and shoes were soaked. As I was walking along minding my business, some dude came driving by super fast and sent an arc of water a little taller than me flying onto me. I was so mad, I let the umbrella down (it stopped raining). I got to the bus stop and I had to sit an hour in soaking wet shoes, socks, jeans, and a shirt. I was not happy.

The very next day, I was sick as a dog.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

The only day I can recall was sometime during 2000. I had missed one week of school because of the flu, and had decided to show up even if I was still feeling a bit ill. I felt terrible during each class, and it ended up raining as I walked home from the bus stop. After finally getting home, I missed an additional week of school.

I was speaking idiomatically.

The day I had my summer intern interview, the gods decide that it should rain. Like pouring rain. In California. In April. I had on my new suit I got, which was pretty damn expensive too. My small umbrella didn't protect me much. I got fucking wet all over. Too bad I didn't get that intern either.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

I had one ever so often. Like yesterday, alarm clock didn't go off, was late to an assignment, got a $50 parking ticket, all before 12PM.

When I can smell one out, I lock myself in my apartment and refuse to leave. I just went home, ditched class and went to sleep. Still, later on that night I realized I was doing some homework wrong, the post office had lost an important package and I went to go buy a dress I wanted online, only to realize it was sold out.

BAH.

FELIPE NO

I find it interesting how everybody's responses except for kat's involved rain somehow. I guess it's no surprise that mine does too.

The past Thursday, I was coming home from a social with my boss and co-workers at my new job. I was driving home that night and the rain was pretty bad. Even worse was the fact that these factors made it really difficult to even see the lane markings on the road at all. I'm sure I drifted around somewhat in my effort to make sure I was in only one lane, in the right one for that matter.

Well, at a certain intersection I approached, I happened to look up from my lane watching, and there somebody was in front of me, stopped to turn left at the light. I put on the brakes, but I kept sliding and rear-ended the guy. I had to get a ride home from the police officer because I didn't have anyone to get a hold of (my cell phone is in for repairs). On top of all that, I got a citation for 'driving too fast for conditions' and for having no proof of insurance. I was flabbergasted at the latter; I did have a proof of insurance card, but it had since expired. It is pretty much resolved now; I am insured, I just didn't have proof of it there. But it was a stresser at the time.

So, I'm indefinitely without a car. The good news, however, is that I wasn't injured and neither was the guy I hit. And he was actually pretty cool about it. We even shook hands when we split up, only regretting that it was in those circumstances that we met. Thank goodness, because this guy could've easily beat the snot out of me if he was really pissed.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Wow... that's nuts. I guess only one unlucky thing that happened to me today was I boguht this nice wooden rose for my mom for mothers day in the downtown market, but when I got off the bus to go home, I must have left it on my seat. These things seem to happen to me a lot... lately. ;__;

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Today I was at school and I got in trouble by the teacher, then I drank sour milk..the carton said not expired till May 18TH!, then I cut myself trying to open a tuna fish can. Just little things that are annoying...

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Oh man, talk about bad luck days. I suffered one this semester, in fact. The only things I remembered that day was spilling a tray load of food in the servery during lunch, resulting in a crash of china, silverware, and food all over my jeans. The servery fell silent for a good five seconds, then resumed to their usualness. I felt extremely embarassed. And then some other stuff... but I don't really feel like talking much in detail about it.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

I just look at bad days and good days as inevitable. Sooner or later a bunch of bad shit is going to happen to occur in one day. The next day often seems way awesome than it normally should just because it doesn't suck as bad. And I also find that when I have a good day, the next day sort of sucks because it's not as good or might have one bad event that ruins the high from the last day. I suppose it's all relative.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

i dunno what it is, but for me bad things (I mean really horrible bits of news that put a damper on everything) always have this strange tendency to come in threes. =\

I was speaking idiomatically.

Originally Posted by NYRSkate

It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife. Deep, man. Deep.

Nice, dude. Nice.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Oh I have days like that everyday, it's called work.

FELIPE NO

OK...a lot of venting coming...

Ironically, I think yesterday was one of the worst days I've had in my life.

It started exactly at 1:42 AM. I get a text message from a female friend of mine whose relationship we had prior to yesterday bordered on being serious. (She's into scientology and worked in St. Louis - two hours south of where I live. She used to live in my area until a couple of months ago.)

She tells me she's in Los Angeles, California and will be there for a month and can't call. (Why, I don't know.) She's receiving job training for her job down in Florida. (She had told me she might move to Florida for a scientology job in a month or two.)

So that just confirms that she will be moving to Florida and that before she moves I won't even be able to talk to her. Well, that's just fucking wonderful. Considering that I live in Illinois and go to school in Illinois, I'll probably never see her again unless she comes back to her parent's house around where I live or if I drive to Florida.

So much for that relationship we had been building for a year and a half.

So then after lunch I start playing Resident Evil 4 and then have to stop to get packed because I have to go to my mom's. I have had Resident Evil 4 since December of last year and still haven't finished the fucking thing since I was too busy during my spring semester. What really pissed me off was not that I had to stop, it was that every other fucking weekend since I was 16, I've always had to drop whatever I was doing and let myself get jerked back to my mom's house. You'd think I'd cool down by now since I've been doing it for over five years...noo...It's still as infuriating as ever - being forced to quit something by being whined and bitched and moaned at.

Then I was uploading part of a group project I was doing for a mod for another website - and of course Yousendit has to time out on me right before I'm ready to leave. I try uploading it again with sendspace.com before I left, and when I checked my e-mail at my mom's after it should have finished uploading....nothing. Somebody must have closed the window after I left my dad's or it timed out. Now I get to upload a 200MB file in bits on pieces on my mom's dial-up connection overnight since there is only one phone line in the house and she's on the phone constantly.

I have an ingrown toenail and my mom insists it's my shoes and tells me I must buy new shoes since my old shoes "press on the toenail." Well...my old shoes have plenty of room but I can't tell her that. But I go to the store anyway and couldn't find any style of shoes that I liked. So I spend 45 minutes or so dicking around with that. I try on the biggest pair they have...size 14...and.... they're tighter than my old shoes. Fuck. I just got mad and left.

I'm starving so I go through Wendy's drive through and order some fries...and an old female acquaintance from high school was at the window and tells me to come inside. She tells me to come back at such and such time because she's off....but I can't because I have to fucking go back to my mom's house. It would have been nice to get my mind off of my good friend/girlfriend I lost to scientology. I know you're thinking something like "just go back after going to your mom's" or something. Trust me, with where she lives and 10,000 other factors, it wouldn't work. My mom's sympathetic about my friend, but didn't give a rat's ass that because I had to go to her house I lost the chance to meet up with an old friend at the very least.

I swear, I'm not putting up with this shit again next summer.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?