Canceling Out

I may not be phenomenal in math (or even know much math at all), but I do know that when a positive cancels out a negative, the answer is zero, or even. After today, I'm pretty sure I canceled out the bad day I had last week.

Last Monday was what I will refer to as "FML Day." For some reason I didn't think I had to work last week, so I was going to sleep in. I got a call at 8 in the morning on my cell phone. I dragged myself out of bed and answered the phone like I was drunk. "Hellllooo?" An angry drunk.

"Hello, is this Christine?"

Oh, shit. They used my real name. Only the people at work use my real name.


"Yeah."

"Hi, this is _____ _____ from Student Dining, and our schedule says you were supposed to work at 7:30 today?"

"What?" I was confused. "But, this is A week. I work B week and A weekend. I don't work this week."

"No, we alternate weekends, not the weeks."

"Oh..." reality just bitch-slapped me across the face. "Ohhhhhhhhh snap! Ohmygod, I'm so sorry! I'm so, so so so so sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"That's perfectly fine. How soon can you get here?"

My mind was racing. "I can get there in an hour."

"Okay, well, just take your time and we'll see you in an hour."

"Okay, thank you so much! I'm so, so, so sorry!" I wanted to cry. I started to. I ran to the shower and shampooed and shaved as quick as humanly possible. After stepping out of the shower I started to cry again. I brought my towel to my tearing eyes and dabbed the tears before racing around again. Fifteen minutes I dashed out of the house and sped to work. I got there within the hour I said I would.

After starting off on a bad note, it's very hard to turn your day around. My day progressively grew worse from parking in one of the back rows to forgetting that the marching band was in the actual stadium. I very much wanted to scream "F*ck my life!" constantly throughout the day, but I couldn't, mostly because I didn't want to offend more people than I already have. I went home and just wanted to sleep and cry. I was uber angry, like a walking time bomb. The day after was better, but it wasn't till today that I'm convinced I redeemed my bad day with a good day.

Despite having to wake up early to take my littlest brother to the orthodontist, I ended up going to campus earlier than ever on a regular school day. I had one and a half cups of coffee, got tater tots and bacon (with ketchup, mind you), wrote most of a song that I've had in my head for a while, was praised by my writing professor for my rough draft, basically had my only real class of the day canceled, did my service to the band by posting stickers of addresses on envelopes, watched the video of our first show last week, got caught in the moment for the first half of Chicago Part III, and ran through new music, and had a nostalgic feeling. I later had a dentist appointment, to which the dentists said my teeth were healthy and outstanding and wouldn't stop gushing about how good they looked. This had to be my good day, it had to be!

Hopefully this short week will continue be filled with better times than worse. Of course I have to work on Wednesday and Friday, so maybe not. But who knows? So far things have been looking on the bright side.

That is all.

Thank you and good night.