Not my best 24 Hours

It was not my best 24 hours, and I knew it from the moment that I woke up.

I had a relatively ok Wednesday, nothing too bad at work beside trying to get the hang of things at properties that I haven't really got a clue about and having to teach myself what to do with them in record time.

The bad day started with the journey into work, as not only was the commuter train full of people that wouldn't shut up but after installing some "important windows updates" last thing last night it my laptop will no longer boot up. I tried restarting the machine several times and mucking around the with boot up settings but no joy.

The keys to my office drawers have still not been found, so unlike everyone else in the building I cannot put any of my stuff away and have a neat desk.

Next the water was cut off from our office from outside, so that meant no cups of tea and no using the toilets, which is never a good sign.

Lunchtime which should have been great as I was meeting up with some friends, turned into a fiasco as I spent half the time walking about to meet them, when we met up it was not a 'cheap' lunch by any means, nor was it enjoyable.

They had changed the menus that week but had no new menus printed out, so our first order was unable to be processed.

The girl behind the bar took part of the order but took so long that my friend ordered hers from another member of staff, only for our original girl to get confused halfway through and then just walked off and started to deal with another customer.

We were told that it would take no longer than 20 minutes to arrive, and we were already running late at this point, but it came after 35 minutes and was both burned and dry as a bone.

Heading back to work I got back late, and the new boxers that I had bought were really starting to chaff and rub me up the wrong way for some reason.

The new front door fobs arrived and everyone in the building got one, except me.

The property that I am trying to sort out is just a mess and nothing is properly organised or complete, making it a right headache for me to get anywhere.

My new mobile phone battery was not keeping its charge any longer than the old one, so I am guessing that my handset is buggered and for some reason draining battery power much faster than it should. I don't think that only sending 2 text messages should not be enough to drain a full powered battery in less than 24 hours, especially when much of the time it was stitched off.

Outside our offices was a guy also having a bad day with his girlfriend / ex girlfriend / lover / wife or whoever, and for at least an hour I could hear them both screaming and shouting, coming in loud and clear through the open office window.

On my way home, I decided to try and have a relaxing massage to sooth my nerves, but the first place was closed and the second the girl told me to be silent and be perfectly still during the first few minutes, which upset me even more as I didn't think I was doing anything wrong and just to lie there like a piece of dead meat is not what I call relaxing.

Then it started raining, so I decided to try and take the underground, only due to an earlier signalling failure I was stuck at Oxford Circus on a very densely packed platform for over half an hour, growing more frustrated at the bare faced cheek of the staff having the temerity to get arsey with the travellers. Their station announcements were of no help and they had failed to display that there were any problems on any lines or announce them on the actual tube trains.

Because I was so long stuck on the platform when I finally did reach Victoria I was not at all surprised that I had missed my next train home by only two minutes, as that was exactly whey I thought of taking the tube and not walking in the first place.

Attempting to feet my sisters cats did not go according to plan, as the little one who needs her pill was out somewhere and I was in no mood to sit around and wait for her to come back in her own good time.

Finally getting home I struggled to get my laptop back up and running and almost wished that I hadn't, as I found an email from my tenant saying that she was asking for the whole of the deposit money back – which was against everything that she and her father had told me they were doing on Tuesday night.

Getting to sleep after midnight was far later than I had planned and I had not even had a chance to have a bath or shower.

This morning I was out the door a fraction later than normal and missed the train due to the other people on the platform standing in the way of the doors, even though they were not getting on or off and were waiting for the next train.

WARNING – ABUSE IMMINENT

If you are NOT getting on or off a particular train then stand the FUCK AWAY from the doors you bunch of inconsiderate BASTARDS, or else next time I will quite happily barge right past, through and over you in order to catch the train – and if you end up in a heap on the floor because of it then its YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT!

I am only hoping that the bad luck curse has finally worn off and does not continue into today, but then from past experience I had learned that is probably not going to be the case.