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

Yesterday was that day.

Here is what went wrong (I'm into lists lately, give me a break):

I got up at 3:30 AM to finish my readings for school and revise my paper (due that night by midnight).

I only got 1/2 way through my revisions when I had to quit to get ready for work.

I spilled my 32 oz. Dr. Pepper all over my car and didn't have time to clean it so I just left it.

I got yelled at by a co-worker and I didn't deserve it and I hate confrontation.

The magnetic things in the elevators in my building weren't working so I had to take the stairs and by the time I got up to the sixth floor I realized that the doors were locked to get out of the stairwell and that magnetic thing wasn't working to unlock the doors either.

My personal trainer decided that today was the day he was going to add 5 reps to each set - WHAT?

I had to go to a baby shower (no offense to the mom, after all I did go - that is saying something)

I had to pass the gifts around and I refused to pretend that I thought every onesie and baby blanket was cute or darling or whatever.

I felt like a selfish brat for not thinking that every onesie and baby blanket was cute or darling or whatever.

I finally started to finish my revisions at 10:30 PM (remember they had to be posted at midnight) and realized I had lost the copy of my paper that I had revised that morning.

I wanted to break down and cry but I only had an hour and a half to finish my paper so I couldn't spend the energy or the time for a breakdown.



I felt a lot like Larry David. He always has crappy days. He's looking at the glass and trying to decide if it is half full or half empty. You just got my half empty version of my day. Now for my half full version.


Here is what went ok:

I was able to get up at 3:30 and work coherently and effectively for 3 hours.

I learned some cool things about elearning with family history in my graduate seminar.

I bought some cool pens at the BYU bookstore.

I got a lot done at work - productivity is nice.

My mom and dad were also stuck with the same elevator dilemma - misery loves company (2 Nephi 2:27).

My brother Sam wrote a nice blog post about our cousin, Coleen, who recently died of cancer.

I got to spend some time with some high school friends that I don't see that often.

My car smells like Dr. Pepper - NICE.

I was able to control my emotions enough to not break down.

I posted by paper on blackboard at 11:58 PM.