Murphy is Kicking My A$$

Last night I spilled my wine. And though I'd sooner cry over that than milk, I did not shed even a lone tear. Probably because I was utterly shocked at how epic the spill was.

Right before my eyes my own room had been transformed into a crime scene. Wine was spattered and dripping down my wall, my white duvet cover was speckled with droplets, my hoodie was splashed with the red liquid and my cuffs were soaked. Even my alarm clock had been well doused in it.

I cleaned it all up.

As I was cleaning it up in my laundry room, my cat decided that was the opportune time to take a poo.

It smelled. I held my breath.

Have you ever tried scrubbing a wine stain out of a white duvet with a toothbrush whilst holding your breath? I don't recommend it.

I went to bed about an hour later than expected.

The next morning, this morning, MONDAY morning, I was supposed to come in a half hour early. I awoke ten minutes after my alarm should've gone off, to find in my haste to clean up last nights mess I had inadvertently turned the sound off.

I got to work. Fifteen minutes later than I should've, but still earlier than usual.

I have been corrected twice (so far) by my supervisor for mistakes I have made this past month.

I suddenly remember I was supposed to enter my time by midnight last night, which means I may not get this paycheck until next week.

In the scheme of things, these are all very small disturbances. And I know that. And I do appreciate that these are the worst of my problems. But I am still left wondering, who the hell is Murphy and WHY did we ever think they should have a law?? Was this some terrible result of an errant game of kings?

I'd like to retro-actively veto it, if I could. Let's start a petition. Signatures will be taken in the comments section.

I always wanted to help change the world.
I think I've finally sound my chance.

Watch your back, Murphy. I'm coming for you.