You ever have a day where you wake up, and you know your day is shit, and it continues to be shit, but toward the late-middle, it sky rockets into awesomeness? I just did. I woke up to my sister asking me if I would take her to school—her Jeep was having issues. This was a bad sign, as it meant she was running late, which meant that my alarm hadn’t gone off and I was also running late. “Yes,” I said, and rushed to get ready for work. Made record time on that, by the way—even for a dude. Called work on my way out to let them know I would be running behind—an hour behind, as it turned out. Ugh. Tack on a five minute walk to work from the free parking garage, and we’re having a great morning so far*.
It’s 9 AM at this point. I decide to clock in, go to my office, say little to anyone, and slow roll my way to lunchtime. I was banking on getting the lunch boost that usually hits me, and combining that with the desire to correct the error that had been my morning, thus becoming SuperMike**. I even bought some Vanilla Cherry fudge from this badass place down the street, hoping that its presence in my desk drawer would give me a boost. And it did…
and then I broke the fucking copier.
Technically, it could have happened to anybody. Anyone could have been makin’ copies+ at that time and caused the sensor to come loose. But it was me, and I was having a bad day, and the weather was shit. I’m usually not a Bob Bummer, but on occasion I can be a bit of a piss-and-moaner. The copier wouldn’t have bugged me, but it was very essential to the work I wanted to get done. Pissed, I went to my office and shut the door—something very out of character for me. I did mindless paperwork the rest of the day—typing form letters, printing and mailing out notices, calling clients. I wanted nothing to do with the world outside my office.
Thirty minutes before the work day ended, the copier repair dude arrived and fixed the machine. I was too pissed to start the work I’d planned to do, but it was nice to know that we had something positive going on. I left the office and went to the one place I knew could help me get out of the funk—the music store.
It was amazing to me that, upon saying in my head, “I think I’ll head to Sound House,” all my work troubles decided to stay at work, and not follow me home.
I’ll need to remember this for the future. I walked in, and instantly felt at ease. Good friends, plenty of guitars to look at—it’s hard to want more. After half an hour in there (in which I was able to teach a kid who wanted to “play like Slash” that all he had to do was practice and love the guitar, and he would find the way. I’m a master.) I felt better, and headed off to dinner with some friends. The service wasn’t that great, but it was a good time, and I could feel I was on an upswing.
So, I get home a couple of hours ago, and I pick my guitar up. Mikey is back. And, as if that weren’t enough, tomorrow is great, for a few reasons:
1.) It’s Friday. Who’s gonna argue with Friday? Not me.
2.) We’re putting up the Christmas tree at home. Nice.
3.) Three years ago tomorrow was my first date with my girlfriend. We’ve been on and off, sort of, so there are a few dates we could pick. We pick this one (coincidentally, it will be the 25th anniversary of Mom and Dad’s first date tomorrow—and now you know why we put up the tree on December 5).
So, there you have it: the story of how a really shitty day took a turn for the better. Savor the flavor, it doesn’t happen often.
* = drizzle sentence with sarcasm, serve cold
** = I get excited, the beard becomes more prominent. None have seen this with out instantly shedding tears of joy.
+ = I totally meant for you to say that in the classic Rob Schneider SNL method.