My job may be cursed.
So, I just had the worst first day of work EVER yesterday.
Work wasn't an issue; the orientation was eight hours of getting to know people, and trying to learn things about our store when we can't even get inside to take a tour of it yet. There was also a lot of candy and possible sugar highs.
And then, on the way home, some guy zipped by me, and a bungee (one of those black rubber strips with wicked hooks on either end used to strap things down) flew out and landed on the road in front of me. I couldn't swerve in time, and ended up with one of the hooks sunk into a tire. I couldn't drive with it in there, and I couldn't pull it out because when I tried it was letting out too much air (and I have weak little girlie muscles), so I had to call my Dad for help. Ugh. And some random guy slowed down, like he was going to talk to me, but I waved him on because there are people around here you do NOT want to meet on a deserted back road. (Don't ever, EVER believe anyone who tries to tell you country folk are good folk. There's a reason they tend to be evil in horror movies.)
Then, when I get home, we get a call that my ailing grandmother passed away. So, yeah, what started out as a great day ended up being fucking awful. ARGH!
Work wasn't an issue; the orientation was eight hours of getting to know people, and trying to learn things about our store when we can't even get inside to take a tour of it yet. There was also a lot of candy and possible sugar highs.
And then, on the way home, some guy zipped by me, and a bungee (one of those black rubber strips with wicked hooks on either end used to strap things down) flew out and landed on the road in front of me. I couldn't swerve in time, and ended up with one of the hooks sunk into a tire. I couldn't drive with it in there, and I couldn't pull it out because when I tried it was letting out too much air (and I have weak little girlie muscles), so I had to call my Dad for help. Ugh. And some random guy slowed down, like he was going to talk to me, but I waved him on because there are people around here you do NOT want to meet on a deserted back road. (Don't ever, EVER believe anyone who tries to tell you country folk are good folk. There's a reason they tend to be evil in horror movies.)
Then, when I get home, we get a call that my ailing grandmother passed away. So, yeah, what started out as a great day ended up being fucking awful. ARGH!