"I went to bed with gum in my mouth, and now there's gum in my hair..." So begins one of the greatest books of all time, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" by Judith Viorst and Ray Cruz. Now, Alexander is determined to move to Australia, because bad days don't happen there, apparently. His day gets worse. Not only does the cat sleep on his brother's bunk instead of his, he has to wear his railroad train pajamas (and he hates his railroad train pajamas), he accidentally faxed something to Australia at his dad's office and there was kissing on TV and he hates kissing.
I figure this blog is to record the good, the bad and the ugly things that happen during this adventure. This is a little on the bad side. No place is perfect, and some days are just crappy.
The other day, I experienced one such day, made worse because the day before I had slept through my alarm. This day, I was opening the house, so I had to be there half an hour earlier than normal. Not too bad, but I kind of forgot that to be at work at 8:30, I was not able to leave at 8:20. Sigh. Then, I got soup and put it in my purse. It split. On my pants. No time to change. Sigh. Also, there was of course a woman who wanted to take the 9 am tour (which I made. It was on time). It was warm when I left, so I was wearing short sleeves and clam diggers. Naturally, it was cold. By cold I mean 60's, but I'd gotten used to 90, so I was cold all day(yesterday it was legitimately cold, 40's. I need to figure out how to turn on my heater). I had a couple who took a tour and never paid. I thought they paid after I left to go start the tour (Again, a senior couple didn't pay for their tour). Then the hose had a hole in it and I sprayed an elderly gentleman who was reading in his car. He was very nice about it, but was I mortified. Then I broke the spray nozzle (after a trip to Walmart and the struggle to find gardening tools in September, I was successful in replacing it. (Strange that we suffer so much for so small a thing)). It doesn't seem too bad, but trust me, piled up one on top of the other, it was just bad.
My amazing and wonderful mother texted me the title quote when I told her about my day (she's a librarian at an elementary school and we are a book-loving clan). It made my day much better.
On the bright side, I worked the next day at the same time and was early. Yes! Well, as Alexander learned, some days are like that. Even in Australia. Even in Deadwood, SD. So when you have a day that makes you just want to curl up in a ball and watch a western with lots of shooting, remember that everyone has days like that sometimes. Boo, but true. Until next time.
(Thanks to Judith Viorst and Ray Cruz,Clint Eastwood and the usual suspect for the quotes and references used).
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