The Boring Word About One of Those Days


Did you ever get up feeling just great and in just a few moments have your day start steadily downhill? Such was this Monday for me.

I was really feeling good. The sun was shining and although it was cold I was in a nice warm building. I had a front page article and picture ready to go, which is a small miracle for a Monday morning. All the help showed up, there weren’t many meetings scheduled for the week, and I thought we just might make it through this edition with minimal problems.

Then someone told me the printers had “lost” the dateline for the front page of the Penn-Franklin and all the papers say it is last Wednesday. (It was only 9:05.)

Deciding I owed my readers an explanation I switched on my computer, typed three lines and discovered my “mouse” had died. That may not mean much some but to a Macintosh owner it means I can’t continue until I get another one. (It was now only 9:10.)

Still these things happen, right? Since my philosophy in life is “when things go wrong, eat” we went out for a late breakfast. I entered the restaurant and put my arm on the table only to find my blouse stuck in some syrup left from the previous customer. (It was now only 9:30.)

I would like to tell you that when I returned to the office the rest of my day went off without a hitch. However, as you probably know, when one of these days begins the best thing you can do is go back to bed.

I won’t take up your time with how long it took to find someone to replace my mouse, or how three projects that should have come in over several weeks all arrived within a few hours and everyone wants the work yesterday.

I also won’t mention that the water in my kitchen at home froze, that I mislaid my watch, and a roll of film I needed bit the dust in the darkroom. Needless to say, by the end of the day I no longer was as worried about the wrong dateline. In fact I was beginning to wish it was last Wednesday so we could try the whole thing over. Except with my luck it would probably be a case of deja vu.

In conclusion, we are sorry about the date, but “it was just one of those days!”