Good lord this is the worst day of my life! I can’t seem to get my head in the right place. Everything is just a total mess up. Nothing seems to be going right for me today. On top of missing a deadline, I also got myself my first verbal warning right in front of everyone.

I usually start work at 9. On a good day, when the powers that be are not working against me, I arrive at 8:45. But when the forces are really pushing it like today, I get here at 9:50. So I got here, tugging my tail between my legs, tripped on my imaginary laces while I uttered my “good morning, sorry I’m late” as I made my way to the cubicle that is an excuse for an office.

The look I saw on my boss’s face was enough to send me back out the door I had just come in.

“Why are you late?” he barked, as I trembled and quickly scanned who was within hearing shot. (As it turns out everybody heard, news travel very fast in small offices, I guess.)

“Submit!” he held out his hand for an article I was meant to submit. I searched for it frantically – but it was nowhere to be seen. It turns out I had left it at home, thanks to mom and Aunt Lizzie’s fourteen year old spoilt brat, Asive!

The boy took his time in the shower – and when he got out I clubbed him over the head, he cried. That earned me countless insults from mom who took that as a chance to remind me what a bad daughter I am. Amidst rushing out of home so I could get out of her way I forgot the article – and, now, because of that I’m not my boss’ favourite person.

You should’ve seen how everyone laughed at me. I felt as if I could run away to a place where I will be on my own, far from the prying eyes and whispering voices of office gossip. Kathrin, the German-speaking intern, came up to me during lunch and said something about Friday the 13th and bad luck. I smiled politely and showed teeth although what I wanted to do was to tell her to go to hell with her European superstitions.

All I wish for is for this day to come to an end. It seems to be dragging on too long when all I want is to have a glass of wine.

Yes, I’m bunking that last class at 3. Who attends tutorials on Friday afternoon? Last time I attended the class was a yawn and the tutor has no sense of humour at all.

I’m not putting myself through that again, especially not today. Right now, what I want is to lie in a warm bath and sip wine like they do in the movies to summarize a bad day.

ZZ xxx

Dish it: What do you do to calm yourself when everything seems to be falling apart?