Thursday, November 5, 2015

My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (& Decent Night)

The alarm buzzed as I squinted one eye open and slammed my finger onto the infuriatingly small iPhone snooze button. Last time I looked at the clock during my insomnia fun, it had been 3:11 AM. And now, somehow, in the blink of an eye- it was time to get up and pretend to be a capable 30-something adult. How. Question mark excluded because there wasn't even a viable answer.

That was yesterday and I could tell that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

My mood tended to take the reigns in a small part on how I felt about everything else around me. The  bus was completely crowded with commuters and I struggled to not dump my coffee on everyone below me as we navigated over San Francisco's famed hills. As I departed the transit and started making my way into the office, I noted that I had miscalculated the length of my pants with the height of my shoes. So with every step, I was revealing my bright green socks to everyone. I tucked them deep down into my heel and suffered a silent battle of discomfort all day which only the overworked zipper on my boots could now testify to.
The rest of the day followed in this manner. A lot of work blips and stress. Deadlines that came out of nowhere, my tea that burned my tongue. This was all happening while my Portland girlfriends were using the group chain to make plans and as I rushed through my crazed assignments, I couldn't help but think about how much I missed girl time. All day I was on the verge of tears. When can I go home where I am able to just shut out the world and embody this mood that I'm in? How long until I can shed this facade and slip into the ugliest sweatpants known to man and tune out everything else?

And like it always does, the end of the work day came and I fumbled onto the bus to head home. But not before I was clocked in the shoulder by a passerby and it took everything in me to not yell back at them: "Oh, you're sooo busy. You're sooooo busy." And of course, it was expectedly crowded on the transit, unsurprisingly stinky and as always, bumpy and hilly. I'm pretty sure if I had been a cartoon you would have seen one of these drawn above my head as I catapulted into the window seat and grumbled to myself.

Until there was a stop where a man in big cowboy boots and a jean jacket strolled on and leisurely took the open seat next to me. As I continued staring at my phone reading news that only depressed me more, I began to notice how much he was enjoying the hills. Each time the bus lurched up one with the same sputtering as the first pages of "The Little Engine That Could", the man would kick his feet up as if he was helping. "Wooo, boy! Let's get it on up there!". His legs continued the pedaling motion and he treated each lurch like a bucking bronco, this done entirely while he was bopping away in joy to his motions and his fingers rocked out on a tiny, invisible drum set on the bar in front of him. When I turned to look at him, he just smiled as if I had just made eye contact with someone rocking out at a concert.

I don't know if he was out of his mind. I don't know if he was drunk. And I don't know if he was just someone who liked to make the best of a bad situation (which, by all other indications seemed to be the case). But for the first time that day, I smiled. And then I started to laugh. And laugh. Because it was extremely funny and heartwarming to see him having a grand ol' time with his party of one.

I got off at my stop feeling a little bit better and resigned myself to my kitchen upon entry, a place that seems to give me some purpose and joy when I'm stressed (probably because it means I'm prepping myself food). I immersed myself in making a yummy dinner and happily diced jalapeƱos and shredded cheese as I cooked ground turkey, simmered spiced rice and heated up some loaded beans. By the time Jay had arrived home from work, a decadent platter of tacos and the fixins' had been plated and we eased into dinner, conversation and a relaxed night effortlessly.

It may have been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, day. But somehow, with the little help of a random, eccentric stranger- it became a pretty good night.
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14 comments:

Pat Hatt said...

lmao he could have been out of his mind and drunk, but at least he knew how to have fun. Ugg those days can sure suck, but something little can make them better.

Kati Rose @ Constantly Seeking Wonder said...

The days when you wake up and you instantly can tell they aren't going to be good are the worst. It's almost as nothing you do can shake it either. But I'm glad for you a random eccentric stranger was able to change the most important part of your day (post-work) into a good thing :) It's the most random and unexpected things sometimes that do manage to successfully turn the day around.

Kate at Green Fashionista said...

LOL at Mr. Cowboy man who helped brighten up such a crummy day. *Hugs* gurlie hoping you have a much better day <3

Green Fashionista

SMD @ lifeaccordingtosteph said...

I adore those strangers.

Amanda - Voyage of the MeeMee said...

Hahah! I love it! This definitely sounds like something I would do. Sober. lol

BLovedBoston said...

Haha sometimes all it takes is a fun stranger being completely cray to brighten up your day! xo, Biana -BlovedBoston

Emily said...

What a character but glad he put a smile on your face and the day turned brighter...

The Siberian American said...

So glad there was a stranger on the bus to make you laugh! :) Sorry you had a bad day, and I hope today is going better! :)

Myra said...

Isn't is so nuts how we can get ourselves back on track or reign in our crummy days a bit when we see someone else just having the time of their life with something small?! Glad your evening got better, lovie! x

Ashley @ The Wandering Weekenders said...

It really is amazing how some days are just terrible between work deadlines and everything else that doesn't seem to be going our way. So glad that you were able to find humor later on in the day that put things in perspective and was able to snap you out of your funk (even if the guy was drunk)!

Lita said...

La, la, love this story! As someone that is frequently in need of an attitude adjustment, hopefully your words can allow me to find the silver lining when my day is crappy...instead of stuffing my face with all of the chocolate. Super cute blog :)

xo,
Lita

Jax said...

Glad to hear that one person turned the entire day around. We all have those days, but tacos at the end sound amazing. Maybe with some tequila? Hah!

Kristen @ See You In A Porridge said...

love it. sometimes i can get so wrapped up in myself and my bad mood - sometimes that bad mood is warranted! - but i love when something random snaps me out of it. that guy sounds like he loves life ;)

julie @ jewelswandering.com said...

Argh..! One of those days, I feel ya..! But it's funny how one little observation can change the tone of your day..!!