A True Experience which took place just over 25 years ago

 Many of the thoughts I had accumulated were while I was working in Salt Lake City.  Shares passed through email as facebook was not a thing.  I do remember writing the following.  I had even created a picture in "paint" to go with the story.  Created on my mom's computer.  If I saved it, I no longer seem to have access to it.  But here is what I wrote:

Date: 2/11/98 3:04pm

Subject:          Just in case you need a laugh . . .

 

have you ever read the story of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, no good, Very Bad Day?  As I was relating my experiences to my co‑workers, I decided that my experiences could be counted as similar ‑

sometimes I even wish I was in Australia (although I forgot to include it with my true life experiences that I am sending) ‑

and so I wrote up this cute little essay.  (I am also including a self portrait so that you will know that I am not exaggerating)

 

(If you read the WP before the e‑mail attachment, it will make more sense)

 

My Story:

subtiled: I was too tired.

 

 You will not believe the day I’ve had (this is a true story by the way) I really should have just stayed in bed. 

I wrote an e-mail to Pat - I should not have tried to send an attachment - or I least I should have printed up what I wrote - instead of trying to write it again.

 I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 My back’s really been bothering me, and it’s been hard to sleep.  I’m always tired.  And I really didn’t feel all that well this morning.  And I tried to sleep in.  My back’s been making it hard for me to sleep at all.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 Okay, let me back up here, and see if I can get my thoughts together -

When I finally did force myself to get up (still not awake, mind you) I called my work # and left a message for Arabella - to tell her I’d be late.  And then I proceeded on taking my sweet time (not sweet enough) getting ready.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 After I ate breakfast, I decided to do a load of clothes.  I was cold and put on my robe and matching booties.  I remember turning the washer on - so I do have that much going for me.

I did get dressed and ready for work - or so I thought . . .

 I placed a dollar bill with my backpack and coat, etc.  I purposely left it out so that I would have it when I got on the bus.  Somehow it disappeared.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

I locked the door and stepped out of the house only to discover it was snowing.  I set down my backpack and removed a bunch of items in search for my keys.  I retrieved my umbrella and wondered if I should get my boots.  I decided it wasn’t snowing that hard and decided not to make the big trek downstairs.  I wish I would have gone with my first impulse.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 I walked toward the bus stop and stopped in at the Food Mart - because I figured I’d have time.  The orange juice I got was 22 cents more than if I had made a purchase at the 7-ll where I transfer (or usually transfer anyway)

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

I took the first available bus (an express) and decided I would transfer at the mall.  A fellow passenger pointed out that my shoelace was untied.  It’s a wonder I hadn’t tripped over it.

Okay, there was one good thing that came from my morning.  I didn’t have to wait for my transfer.  The #10 left as soon as I boarded.  Meanwhile, I retied my shoelace so that I wouldn’t trip.

After I got to work, I went to change my shoes and noticed for the first time that I wasn’t wearing any socks (boy, am I observant - or what) and my booties don’t at all match what I’m wearing.   I’m actually surprised that I was able to get my shoes on over my booties and that they didn’t slip down inside my shoes while I was walking.  And why in the heck didn’t I notice while I was tying my shoe for the second time?  What an idiot.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 And so I put my sandals on over my bare feet, only my feet got cold (surprise) and so I put my booties back on.  And it looks really stupid.  Not only that, but the jeans I am wearing have turned out to be major floods on me.  If they were any shorter, they’d be knickers.

I mean anybody can see by the way that I’m dressed that I must not feel [well] and that I’m still not awake.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

After I got trough eating my lunch, I found the dollar I had misplaced.  It was in my lunch bag.  What a brilliant person I am.  And what a brilliant bill to have hitched a ride in something warmer than the cold air I had intended to flap it in.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 I wrote an e-mail to send to Pat Peterson.  And while working on a self-portrait to send as an attachment, the power went out (just blinked off) and I lost everything.  So now I have to rethink it all.  Somehow this story sounded funnier in e-mail.  But maybe not.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 Katie keeps saying she’ll be coming in this week.  But we haven’t seen her.  She also told Arabella that Friday will be my last day.  Yes.  Sure it will.  Friday the 13th.  Come now.  I have strong doubts about it ever being my last day.

I don’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week.  I am too tired.

 Just now I think I either wrote on my pants, or Shelly’s shirt (which I have given myself custody over) What a klutz.

Oh, and about the pair of pants I picked out - I really thought I had ripped in the knee.  I even looked for it.  I found it five hours after I put them on.  It was in the other knee.

I didn’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I was too tired.

 Judy says she has loads for me - but she is too busy to find it right now.

And so I am now working on this oh, just so important document to send to anyone who might need a laugh.

I don’t think about it being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I am still too tired.