One of Those Days

Did you ever have one of those days? You know, when the part you need to fix something is defective so you have to send it back and it takes another week before the replacement comes. You know it’s the right part, and with that part your dishwasher, microwave, automobile, transmogrifier or whatever would be working again. But n-o-o-o-o.

 

Usually that day is also the day when everything is upside down at work. Something like the IT Department is going to change all the computers so if you do anything on the computer you have to back everything up all over again. So you try to work on something that doesn’t require the computer, but every time you turn around, something hot is needed and (of course) you need to use the computer, back everything up again, only to find that the cycle repeats.

 

Usually that’s the same day that when you ask you kids to do something, they assure you that they will, but don’t. They have that look that says – you’ll forget so I really don’t have to worry about it. If they’re ill-behaved all the time, you expect it. If they normally are good kids they’ve already lulled you into a false sense of security.

 

Invariably this is also the day when a faucet will start dripping, dinner will scorch, the milk will be spilled, etc. None of these or the other events that invariably occur on such days are significant in and of themselves, but all together they’re a killer. I tend to flash on the black and white newsreel movie of the “Dancing Bridge” in Tacoma that began oscillating with the wind and eventually collapsed. Wind blows over, under, around and through bridges all the time without any damage, but get the right set of conditions and disaster follows. It’s the additive effect – like pushing a child on the swing. There’s just the right point at which you push so that the new force is added to the old force.

 

Like most situations, it’s easy to describe the problem. Now if I could only describe an appropriate solution I could write a book, give motivational speeches, hit the talk shows and make a bundle of money.

 

But I can’t because – well, it’s one of those days.

 

 

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