You're having a bad day when it's you're performance review day and the power goes out just before you were able to open up your electric garage door. If that isn't bad enough, you forgot to put your phone on the dock and the battery's dead. Oh no! The cell phone is dead, too. Well, it doesn't matter. Your boss wouldn't probably buy your story about the electrical outage anyway.

While pacing the floor waiting for the electricity to come back on, you spill coffee on your crisply ironed white shirt. You go to change and have to put on an unironed shirt. You try to fix the problem by spraying some stuff on it that claims to get the wrinkles out. It'll have to be good enough. So you put it on and realize one of the buttons is missing.

Ah! At least the electric came back on. You quickly grab your car keys and head out the door. Unfortunately, your dog decides he needs to take a little trip outside, too. So you wait for him to do his thing while watching the minutes tick by. After he's finished, he decides he wants a little romp down the street and you chase him through yards and bushes to finally grab him and take his squirmy little body home. Now your suit is covered with dog hair.

Finally you have the dog in the house and are in your car ready to back out of the driveway.
The neighbor's painter has his truck blocking your drive, so you count to ten and wait for him to move.

You look at your watch and see you have about fifteen minutes to get to work on time. So you put the pedal to the metal and high tail it to work. You're breezing along making good time. Then you see the red lights and hear the siren. Uh oh! You pull over and wait for the officer to come ask you for your driver's license. You roll down the window and reach in your pocket for your wallet. More bad news. You must have taken your wallet out when you changed shirts. "Gee, officer, what seems to be the matter?" you ask hoping he hadn't really clocked you going twenty over the limit. "Say, did you notice that you have a broken tail light?" he asks. "I'm not giving you a ticket this time, but make sure you get that taken care of."
He goes back to his car and you sit there dripping sweat and trying to catch your breath.
"Whew, dodged that one!" you mumble to yourself.

After you ease back into traffic, you continue on, driving just below the speed limit while other cars are whizzing by you. Finally you pull into your parking lot at work. As you get out of your car, you drop your keys and stoop over to pick them up. You hear this disturbing sound "riiiip!" The seam of your pants just came undone. Not only that, you noticed you're wearing one black and one blue sock. Can anything else go wrong?

You grab your briefcase, lock the car, and proceed to the door of your office. Well, that's strange. The door's locked. You peer through the window and see there are no lights on either. Suddenly, the secretary comes along. "Hey, George. What are you doing here?"
"Going to work. What do you think?" you reply snappishly. "George, it's Saturday, silly!"
"Huh?" you ask dumbfounded. "Oh, George, what happened? You party a little too much last night?" "Yeah, heh heh. That must be it," you say scratching your head. The secretary goes in and comes out a few minutes later with a stack of papers and locks up again. "See ya Monday!" she says as she leaves for her car.

You look up at the heavens and breathe a sigh of thanks. Of all the days to have such bad luck, you are glad it's on a Saturday.

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