“My septic tank decided to clog up on Sunday. My husband decides he doesn’t want to go to work today (the sole bread winner of the household). I am being force to take a low paying job to boost our non-existent income. I hate Mondays! Yet, I still blog…..”
“No! That song won’t do this morning.”
So folks, let just think positive and sing our worries goodbey.”
There is a saying, “Bad news comes in three.”….but let me tell you there are times, bad news do escalate to 4 or 5. You just don’t think you will ever get a break…………
You have your last twenty dollars in your pocket, payday is not for another three days or so. You will be okay for the weekend, you have some food, plenty of streaming videos to watch, your car has about a little over a 1/4 tank left. Just don’t answer the door or any calls. Your friends will think you went away for the weekend.
Instead you are home stressing about your financial dilemma you created when you had to be off work without pay for a week, because of that nasty eye infection you caught for keeping your contacts on 24/7 when you shouldn’t.
Now you owe the hospital on your insurance deductible, had to throw away all your contact and solution, but the worst part is you are stuck using those old glasses you had put away in your junk drawer.
You are happy that you still had twenty dollars left on you, and you rush to the store, to get some smokes and some beer. You get your items and feeling very good at this point, when it time to pay for your groceries, you can’t find your money. You check every pocket in your jeans, you do a hard mental recall of all the things and places you have been since you had seen that twenty dollars in your pocket and decided against put in the in your wallet, feeling it was going to be more safe in your front pocket with the last crumble receipt you just threw away 10 minutes ago in the parking lot. Horrify, you quickly, explain to the cashier your situation, getting no petty from her, you dash away to look for your money.
You look long and hard at the ground, thinking a magical arrow will appear and point the way. Everyone in the parking lot look suspicious. You can’t just simply accused or asked anybody if they found your money. You know they will lie. You still look and look, with the sad conclusion your last twenty dollars are gone.
With shame and anger you head home. You didn’t even bother to go back to the store to explain. You are angry, “Mad As Hell”.
You feel you have been violated, cheated, single out and simply outrage with the bad luck you are having. It’s just not fair. You needed that money to past the weekend a little better and not cold turkey.
Maybe its a sign from God! Did you wrong someone? Are you being hex? Nah!
In the end you feel, maybe someone else needed it more….
Like the saying says…”Finders keepers, looser weeper……”
Tell us your mad as hell anecdote or story…..love to share it here.