Have you ever had a day where everything you tried came out with a totally adverse result? For me, last Saturday was mine.
It all started when I woke up late, around 10 AM, when I needed to work early on the Keynote presentation for my IT Operations class at 1 PM. I quickly sat down on my PowerBook and began to build upon the outline my group's Project Manager sent me a couple of days before. Glancing at the computer's clock it was 11 AM already. I saved what little progress I had, dashed to the shower, got dressed, put away my laptop, headed for the door and turned the handle...
The doorknob didn't work. I jiggled the lock and turned it again. Nothing. I couldn't believe it: I was locked in my own house!
I heard my neighbor's door open, so I called out for help. He tried to let me out, but no luck either. Looking around the house I found my old tools and successfully disassembled the handle. I managed to get out, but now another problem arose: how to close the front door when the entire lock was busted. My neighbor happened to have an extra lock, but upon examining my door one of the screws was bent making it very difficult to extract.
Enter upstairs neighbor. I explained my plight and asked him to lend us a hand. To our surprise, he was a handyman with years of experience under his belt and fixed the door in no time. I thanked them both for their assistance and got ready to leave again. I opened the door to test the lock one last time when suddenly something brown swished by my legs. My dog managed to escape and was in the street waiting for me to chase after him. Since I know he loves to go on car rides I walked quickly to mine while he playfully ran beside me and, as soon as I opened the door, he hopped in. I drove back to the apartment, put on his leash and took him back into the house.
Having no more time to spare, I floored the gas pedal so as to catch the next train at the station. At the terminal I remembered my fare card was empty, so I went directly to one of the recharge stations. To my "surprise", the machine which usually accepts ATM cards wasn't operating, making me miss the train and raising my frustration level another notch!
Angry and annoyed, I got back in my car, drove to the closest bank, withrew ten bucks and returned to the terminal. I only wanted to charge $5 to the card, but the machine rejected my bill displaying it hadn't any change. I finally gave up and just let the machine gobble up the whole thing. As I stepped onto the escalator, the sound of cars departing reached my ears to which I just simply sighed, sat on the nearest bench and meditated on the events so far.
I caught the next train about ten minutes later, working on the incomplete slides along the way. It was almost 2 o'clock when I finally arrived at the University. Entering the classroom, I was just in time... to witness the end of my group's presentation. I cracked a blank smile at the professor and took my seat. When he asked why I arrived late, my reply was:
"Two words: Murphy's Law."