(If you're also one of my facebook friends, sorry for the repeat.)
This morning, I sliced my finger open on a can lid, dropped most of the band-aids in the toilet while dripping blood all over the bathroom, and went to work without my badge, which meant I had to wait in line at the metal detector and wear a visitor nametag. (Incidentally, the security guard who looked at my driver's license did not just verify my name. He was seriously reading everything on there. I felt like asking him if he was planning on sending me a birthday card or something.)
As I reflected on my misfortunes, I thought to myself, "Wow, this really was not my morning. Well, it could have been worse. At least I didn't burn the house down." As soon as I had this thought, I realized the folly of thinking such things and immediately tried to mentally retract this thought so that I wouldn't jinx myself.
And, I think I half succeeded -- although I apparently also forgot to turn the oven off this morning, the house is still intact. Just really, really hot.
It's too bad my mental ability to jinx myself is so much stronger than my mental ability to actually think and not do dumb things in the morning.
3 comments:
I'm glad you didn't burn your house down! And I hope your finger heals up soon too.
Great story! Glad to see a new post. Hope you didn't flush the band aids...that could be a problem.
Thanks, Meg and Laura. My finger healed up faster than I thought it would. And I did not flush the band aids. If I really were the sitcom character I sometimes feel like, the writers would have worked that in somehow too. But my misfortunes did not extend that far. I just pulled the band aids out and threw them away instead.
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