DISCLAIMER: These events are not that dramatic, except they happened in the span of 40 minutes of each other. (AKA: It slightly intensified my reactions and feelings toward everything.) Please do not judge. That is all.
I know I already posted this week, but I am wide awake and really struggling mentally. This may be a long read, but man it has been a day and will probably make you feel better about yours.
Have you ever had such a bad day that it almost feels like its fake? Like too good to be true and like someone is going to jump out and say *gotcha*! Today was that day for me. Actually, so much so that I couldn’t help but laugh because I almost couldn’t believe it.
As close family and friends know, my program here is coming to an end so days are getting shorter, opportunities are becoming harder to take in the little time left, and experiences with friends are becoming harder to find.
Well, this morning (and the past few days) have been a little rough to start. I find myself stressing all night until the early morning, falling asleep, and then waking up in the early afternoon. Today I swore was going to be different and it almost was. I woke up about two hours earlier than what I have been and actually got a lot of my goals for the day accomplished.
Until I attempted to take on one of my goals: returning my work costumes. You’d think this was a simple task, but there was more involved than just that. When I returned them I needed to pick up a fresh one to use for my last two shifts and also pick up my new name tag I purchased a few weeks ago.
Easy peasy, right? Wrong.
I get there 30 minutes before my shift starts which is just enough time to pick up my costume and return the old, all while keeping in mind the walk back to my work location. Well, I get there and returned my uniform (as part of the plan). As I approached the location to pick up my name tag, the wrench got thrown so hard in my day it broke everything that followed.
The man hands me my name tag that has the wrong state and my town misspelled.
No big deal.
It was only five dollars, who cares. Well, time started creeping up on me, so I realized I had to go. I scan my card to exit with my fresh costume and the impatient women scanned hers directly after me and documented all of my uniform garments onto her record instead of mine. This has officially made me late. I could have cried.
But, I didn’t.
I get to my work location 15 minutes after my shift when I get a call that devastated me. Something I have been looking forward to since I came here will get pushed back by a month. One of the only things that kept me pushing toward the finish line here in Florida. Not yet crying, though.
Almost, but not yet.
I change into my costume when I realize that I checked out the wrong size pants and literally could not zip or button them. I am crying at this point.
Life at the moment hates me.
But, the day goes on and I keep pushing forward. I dry my tears walk into work and politely ask to go back to costuming to change out my pants so I didn’t suffocate during my shift.
When I FINALLY return back and OFFICIALLY start my shift, I realize when I turned in the pants that were too small, I left one of my work tools IN THE POCKET. I have officially checked out by this point and now that I am home, I honestly could not tell you half the things that happened during my shift because it is all a blur.
One punch after another man, but I am still standing. In fact, I walked away more humble from this whole day, because if these are the things that made my day bad then I guess I have it decent in life.
Moral of the story, life can suck but it sometimes doesn’t suck as bad as the next, so pray for them and theirs and move on with yours because they need the prayers more than you do, sometimes.
This has been your daily dose of Vitamin C!