Yes, you’re reading that correctly; my manicurist tried to kill me.
Perhaps I’m being somewhat melodramatic.
But today was actually just a
bad horrible day.
Okay, calling it “horrible” might just be me exaggerating, but it definitely wasn’t one of the better days I’ve had. It’s going on the “Bad Day’s of 2016” list for sure.
MY MANICURIST TRIED TO KILL ME
Obviously, I’m well aware that death was not her intention, but while I was getting my nails done today, she either wasn’t paying attention or just really sucks at her job, and she sliced my finger open while cutting my cuticles.
AND THEN SHE KEPT GOING.
When there’s blood, you stop. She immediately then looked down and got the antiseptic drops for my finger – thank God. But now I’m stuck with a sore, slightly cut open finger that makes it difficult to type (and basically do anything else that requires hands).
But, on the plus side, my nails look awesome, and I’m loving this salmon-y pink colour!
FOOL ME ONCE, SHAME ON YOU; FOOL ME SEVENTEEN TIMES… WELL, I’M JUST AN IDIOT, THEN
DISCLAIMER: This isn’t something I wanted to write in my personal blog, so if you’re aware of the situation and understand it, please know this isn’t to call you out. BUT, it is a personal blog, so I’m allowed to post personal things. Anyway.. carry on.
I believe that people can change, I really do.
But when something hasn’t been working for the better part of almost a year, maybe I’m the one who needs to change.
But change is hard. And change is the worst thing ever. Okay, well maybe it’s not the worst thing ever, but I don’t adapt well to change, and I don’t handle things coming to an end very well. And I don’t know if this is the end, but it feels like it.
I really thought that someone I truly, madly, deeply cared about wouldn’t be the one to “fool” me.
Yes, this is vague. Yes, this is how I’m going to leave it.
Sorry to disappoint.
WORST. HEADACHE. EVER.
It’s like a constant throbbing directly above my left eye.
No amount of Tylenol is helping.
GO AWAY PLEASE.
You know when you’re waiting in line at Starbucks, and you’re frantically thinking of what drink you’re going to order? Then you approach the counter and feel so pressured because you haven’t chosen anything yet, so you blurt out the first thing you happen to see?
Yeah. I did that, and wound up with the worst tea ever. I’m a lover of all teas, but this one – Emperor Cloud something-or-other – was just bitter and gross.
Just like my day.
It just so happens that when I have a bad day, it seems like everything that happens just tries to out-“bad” the previous thing. Does this happen to anyone else?
I hope this streak of bad days doesn’t last for too much longer, cause I’m pretty much done with it.
Anybody have any tips for getting over a cluster of bad days?
Anybody else having a cluster of bad days?
You’re definitely not alone.
– FIN –