When you day is really bad

You're having a bad day when you rub your eyes and check the clock. That damn alarm didn't go off again. How many times do you have to tell yourself you're going to buy a new alarm clock before you actually just do it? No time to beat yourself up now, you don't want to be late. You hop in the shower.

You're having a bad day when the shower water vacillates from scalding hot to icy cold on a whim. You twist and turn the knobs, but they don't seem to do a thing. One second your hugging yourself and shivering, the next your arching and squirming to get out from under the shower head.

You're having a bad day when you only have two clean socks, and they don't match. You throw them on anyway.

You're having a bad day when to head to the kitchen to toss a quick lunch together. Nothing sounds good. There's a few slices of cheese left. You'll just use that. You grab the bread, slop some jam on it, plunk the salad on top and your done. Wait, is that a blue spot on the bread? Oh no. It's moldy. But you just bought it a few days ago? How could it be moldy already? And now it's touched the last of your salad. For a moment you consider if that matters... No, that's gross. You'll have to go out to lunch.

You're having a bad day when your keys aren't where they're supposed to be. You always put them on the same hook. How could they not be there? You check the living room. You check the bedroom. You're on your hands and knees looking under the couch. You eye the maid for a moment. Could he be in on this? He slinks away suspiciously. You go back to the hook to see if they've mysteriously materialized. They haven't. You sigh, frustrated, and put your hands in your pockets. There's something cold and metal in there. Keys.

You're having a bad day when you're rushing down MG Road or Express Highway. The stoplight turns yellow. It's one of those perfectly debatable yellows. Should you slam on the breaks and risk a rear end collision? But you're late. You punch the gas. A few moments later, sirens. A constable stops your vehicle, where he allows the vehicle behind you to just passby... and as usual, you deal with him for 200/- bucks.
Well, so much for making it on time.

You're having a bad day when you arrive at the office, crestfallen. You slink to the front door like a dejected Charlie Brown. Could this day have started any more rough? At least the elevator is open and waiting for you. You head up to the eighth floor and find the office dark. Why is no one in yet? Oh no. Is it Sunday? Wow, you really are having a bad day.