The Freaky Happenings of Friday the 13th!

So, it’s the first of three ‘Freaky Fridays’ (13^th) of 2012 and I have decided to document what happens to me during the day - for no specific reason other than it might turn out to be pretty funny, or totally boring!

I’m not particularly superstitious, but I am a firm believer in ‘mind over matter’ and that this day provides a great focus of blame should anything bad happen during the 24 hours.

08.00am: I wake up as usual. Admittedly, the reflection I see in the mirror is not what I had hoped, but I’m adamant to start the day on a high. That is, until I notice the thick frost outside. Strange, not a bitter cold day since winter began, and today of all days it freezes over. First bit of bad luck – I didn’t get up early enough to de-ice my car and there’s a danger I’m going to be late for work for the first time ever.

09.00am: Just about made it to the office safe and sound. Goodness my tummy is rumbling. Oh, there it is, the second bit of bad luck for the day – I left my breakfast at home and have to go to the local convenience store, which inconveniently only sells breakfast-like food over the calorie count that my new diet has allocated to the first meal of the day. Bummer!

09:30am: Probably the freakiest thing to happen so far – my colleague Louise makes a round of hot drinks for everyone in the office! Shock horror! I have only been in my current job a year and can still count on one hand how many times she’s done the rounds – 4 of which were unintentional!  

11.30am: It was a relatively quiet morning, free from coffee spills or offensive emails sent to the wrong recipient, until the Postman arrived. His reason for being 2 hours late – he got stuck in a lift the unlucky sole! What’s more is that I rummage through the pile of letters looking for a parcel from Ebay for myself and it’s not there. After checking my account, I realise that I failed to click ‘BUY’ last week, so I’m now without a stupid silver glove for a stupid Michael Jackson party I’m attending tomorrow! Due to the Postman being late, I now can’t order today for next day delivery. Typical Friday the 13^th kind of stuff, right?

13.30pm: Got stuck on a call so I’m running down the High Street towards the salon for my beauty appointment (yes, arranging to get my eyebrows waxed on this day was not a good idea) when a selfish lump of transparent fluff decides to wedge itself under my right eye-lid. Too embarrassed to look at my eye in a shop window, I take the risk and walk the rest of the way half blind, bumping into certain signs on my way, but no people. I arrive safely and still have two eyebrow at the end of it – bonus!

17.30pm: After a pretty boring afternoon, I attempt an online test and fail miserably. This puts me in a very bad mood, so I do my exercise DVD to sweat out the frustration, sprain my ankle and retire to the sofa with a large glass of wine and a pizza.

20.30pm: The pizza failed to soak up any of the alcohol and I’m feeling a little woozy.

The Verdict
Apart from the Postman getting stuck in the lift, I’d normally not feel so depressed about today’s events. As it happens, I am.

If you took the time to read this, I’m sorry, you will never get this 10 minutes back (possibly 20 if you’re a slow reader). Happy Friday!