A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
His was filled with a client problem / misunderstanding, a costly scratched drum on his copier, and a faulty airconditioner in his office.
Mine included a total of about an hour on the telephone trying -- in vain -- to resolve a medical insurance issue and speaking for upwards of 30 minutes to someone who -- you guessed it -- was probably in Calcutta judging from her accent. Repetition was her strong suit and I matched her as best I could. Ultimately I ended up speaking to a genuine American person at Medicare who was pleasant and helpful and she broke the news to me gently that Aetna was, indeed, able to commit the atrocity they were attempting against me. Oy. On top of that, there were a couple of very unpleasant surprises at work, things I certainly didn't expect -- nor did my coworkers. It was just terrible, horrible, etc., etc.
I came home and figured it was such a dreadful day I might as well go ahead and pay the bills, a task I always deplore.
Twice, now, since I began writing this post, "Internet Explorer has stopped working" and shut down. I wasn't surprised.
Anyway, we consoled each other at dinner and I pointed out that this awful day would be over in just a few hours, and I didn't think anything else bad would happen. Joe nodded in agreement.
And then walked into the bedroom and stepped in a pile of cat vomit.
I give up.