Didja ever have one of those days?

There are some days when nothing goes right. If we are lucky, these days are few and far between, and can be avoided by careful planning…but even the best laid plans are thwarated.

I recently had such a day, and knew it was going to be “one of those days” even before getting out of bed. I had woken up several times during the night due to extreme cold. My bed is next to the window, but I am typically comfortable wrapped in my down comforter, complete with flannel duvet. Morning came, and glancing out the window, I realized it was snowing. A lot.

I came downstairs, hoping to hear classes were cancelled. The 8:00 a.m. ones were, but unfortunately, I still had to attend my 11:00 a.m. class. I made my oatmeal, and put too much water in it, making it runny. Runny oatmeal is gross. I would have made another bowl, all the while grumbling “Who makes us go to Friday classes when it’s snowing?” but was already behind schedule.

I set out in the blistering cold for the Donnarumma computer lab. Nary a yellow school bus to be seen between my stepping off my back porch and reaching my destination (I nearly fell twice as well). Upon reaching the computer lab, I open the paper I needed to print before my 11:00 class. It’s not printing. A young woman is also waiting for something to print. After a couple minutes of nothing happening, I walked over to the printer and realized it was out of paper.

I refilled it, while wondering how long the other person had just been sitting there, waiting. Her document printed-all forty-two pages of it. Seriously. I know people have to print documents, sometimes long documents, but did it have to be that day? My paper prints, and I realize I printed two copies, but figure I will staple them both anyway for the heck of it. I staple one, and then Miss Forty-Two Pages becomes Miss Staple-Grabber, taking it out of my hand while asking, “Can I see that?” brusquely. As I leave the room, I say “Rude”, which I am 87% sure she did not hear. Go non-confrontational passive-aggressiveness.

I finally reach my class, in which the twelve of us who showed up handed in our papers and were let out. While this was a good thing, I couldn’t help but feel like getting out of bed in the first place was somewhat of a waste. I made my way back to my townhouse, during which I fell on my tookus. I then decided to make use of the empty laundry room. When I went back to switch the clothes from the washers to the dryers twenty-six minutes later, I saw that one machine read that it had only been on for three minutes. After fidgeting with the buttons, I got the cycle to start. The long and short of it is I had to make two extra trips to the laundry room as a result.

I decided to make pudding. I followed the directions yet somehow the pudding at the bottom of the pan burned, causing the unburned pudding to smell like the burnt pudding, thereby making the pudding inedible. Two cups of milk and a box of chocolate pudding-wasted.

It was then time to go to work. That’s right, on a Friday, I had to work at a desk doing next to nothing for almost six hours. It was my choice and it is good money, but perhaps I would not have to surrender my weekends to work if a certain book-selling establishment’s prices were a little more college-student friendly. Oh, and on the way to work, I fell. On my butt. Again.

I realize that these are all miniscule happenings, trivial annoyances at best, but isn’t it the little things that count? Some days you just don’t want to leave the comfort of your townhouse (or apartment or dorm for that matter).

Who can blame us? It’s an annoying world, and you never know what your day is going to hold, positive or negative. The lesson: never, ever leave the safety of your flannel-duvet-covered comforter when the white stuff is falling if you can possibly help it.