Katie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I didn’t feel like going to work today.  But alas, I rolled out of bed thirty minutes late because I knew I shouldn’t miss work.  I threw on a t-shirt and put my hair in a bun. So, my number one rule was already broken: If you want to have a good day, you have to look the part.  I know that sounds silly, but when I put effort into getting ready, wear a nice outfit, and do my hair and makeup, I just feel better about myself and thus, am in a good mood and am optimistic.  But when I wear a t-shirt, old vans, put my hair up, etc., the day usually does not go as smoothly.

So I dropped T.J. off for work so he wouldn’t be late, then went to park the car.  I called home to chat with my parents for a few minutes before work.  While I was on the the phone, I crossed the street (at the same crosswalk I have crossed everyday for two years, shown above) and then noticed the cars were going really fast.  I looked at the light and saw it was green, but for some reason, I didn’t run or pick up my step.  I just kept talking on the phone, like a lethargic idiot.

Then it hits me.

Not the car, but the thought that I better pick it up or else I will be hit by the car.

Screeches.

Running.

More screeches by another car.

Embarrassment, humiliation, adrenaline.

It was awful. And remember, I was already in a funk.

And that is the story of Katie and the Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very Bad Day.