Within the fist 20 seconds of me being at work, I was in tears. I hadn't even got to the first drink of my coffee yet (coffee with french vanilla creamer at that!). The first thing I saw when I got to work was that my work computer had been swiped clean. My desktop, my folders, my work had been erased into oblivion.
At this point, you may be saying, "well, Kylee, why wasn't your computer backed up in some way?". And to that I say...
No, Shit, Sherlock. Yes, I should've done that, but does that change the fact that I didn't?
Everyone saw me crying like a little girl. There were freaked out men (my boss/advisor and the other editors). I was training a new girl and she saw me sobbing like a baby.
I just couldn't help it. I was emotional and someone stole my work life from under my nose. I felt like all of the crappy work I do for the little to no pay I receive was done in vien. I will never retrieve it.
After I had come to terms with my loss, which I'm now referring to as "The Fire", I may have said the phrase that NO ONE SHOULD SAY WHEN HAVING A BAD DAY.
"It couldn't get worse..."
Oh, how wrong I was. lol...
(Part two, later the same day).
I thought I was in the clear. I thought that the worst of my day was behind me. I'm stupid for thinking any of that.
I went to the gym with my friends. After our pilates class, my friend, Lyssa, and I decided to do some more cardio and she needed some tennis shoes. I drove.
About halfway to Academy, I started to notice my car acting funny. The steering and a sound I couldn't ignore.
I had a flat tire.
I wasn't going to let my self cry like a baby, but a couple of tears came out regardless.
I'm so glad I was with my friend, we started to change the tire like two independent women. About when the work was done, a random mechanic helped us out.
*Moral of the story is never assume the bad day will get better, especially after saying "it couldn't get any worse"