You ever have one of those days where it feels like the universe is just out to get you? No matter what you do, things just keep going wrong, one after another, like some sort of cosmic joke? Yeah, that was me today. And honestly, it’s not even the first time—this always happens, smh.
Morning Madness
It all started with my alarm—or rather, the lack of one. Apparently, I forgot to charge my phone overnight, and it died sometime around 3 AM. So, instead of waking up at my usual 7 AM, I woke up to the blinding sunlight of 9:30 AM.
Instant panic. I had a meeting at 10.
I launched myself out of bed, tripped over a pile of laundry I swore I was going to fold yesterday, and stubbed my toe so hard I was convinced it was broken. Great start.
Somehow, I managed to throw on a semi-decent outfit, brush my teeth at record speed, and shove my laptop into my bag. No time for breakfast, obviously. I ran out the door, only to remember—oh right, my car was low on gas. Again. Because of course, I had ignored the warning light for the past two days, telling myself I’d deal with it “tomorrow.”
Commute Chaos
The gas station was packed, naturally. I waited in line behind someone who apparently had never used a gas pump before. I swear, they stood there for five minutes just staring at it, pressing random buttons.
Finally, I fueled up, hopped in my car, and hit the road. But guess what? Traffic. A standstill. An accident had blocked two lanes, and I could already see my meeting time slipping away. SMH.
So I did what any reasonable person would do—I tried to take a shortcut. And in classic “this always happens” fashion, I ended up on some sketchy side street, hitting every possible red light and getting stuck behind the world’s slowest driver.
By the time I reached my destination, it was 10:20 AM. Meeting missed. And to make it worse, my boss had sent an email with the dreaded “Let’s talk later” subject line. Nothing good ever comes from those words.
Work Woes
Once I got to my desk, things didn’t improve. My laptop decided that today was the perfect day to install an update. And not a quick one—no, it was one of those “Do not turn off your computer” situations that took half an hour.
While I waited, I went to grab a coffee. But of course, the office coffee machine was broken. So, I had to settle for one of those weird herbal teas that had been sitting in the breakroom cabinet since 2018.
Finally, my laptop finished updating. I opened my email, only to find a flood of messages—half of them urgent, all of them requiring my immediate attention.
Oh, and that meeting I missed? My boss rescheduled it. For 4:30 PM. The worst time possible, because now I was stuck at work later than planned.
Afternoon Annoyances
Lunchtime rolled around, and I was starving. I had skipped breakfast, had no coffee, and was running on fumes. But, you guessed it, the universe wasn’t done with me yet.
I ordered my usual sandwich from my go-to spot. I waited, stomach growling, only to find out they had messed up my order. Instead of the turkey avocado sandwich I had dreamed of, I got some mystery vegan wrap with a weird texture that I didn’t even bother identifying.
I tried to go back and exchange it, but the line was too long, and I didn’t have the energy. So I just ate it. Regretfully.
Back at my desk, I tried to power through the rest of the day. But my internet kept cutting out, I accidentally spilled water on my keyboard, and Slack notifications wouldn’t stop coming in. At this point, I was just counting down the minutes until I could leave.
Evening Fails
Finally, 5:30 PM rolled around, and I was free. I figured I’d hit the gym to let off some steam. But guess what? My gym bag was still at home because I had forgotten it in my morning rush.
Fine. No gym. I’d just go home, shower, and relax. Except my relaxation plans were interrupted when I realized my fridge was basically empty. Because did I go grocery shopping this week? Of course not.
So, I had to order food. And, in true “this always happens” fashion, the delivery took twice as long as estimated. By the time it arrived, I was hangry, exhausted, and just ready to call it a night.
Final Straw
Just when I thought my day of bad luck was over, I stubbed my toe again—on the same pile of laundry from this morning.
That was it. I was done.
I flopped into bed, stared at the ceiling, and just sighed. Because, honestly? This always happens. SMH.
