We’ve all heard that bad news/events come in threes, right? Unfortunately, in less than 24 hours, i’m starting to believe it to be true…
Disaster numero uno: Last night a very close friend and i had an argument over something that hasn’t even happened yet. I messed up, again, and this time ‘i’m sorry’ isn’t enough to pacify him.
Lesson number 2: *is late for work* (by nearly 2 hours! Jeesh!) Again, in a desperate attempt to rekindle my social life and some old friendships, i stayed up far too late. I didn’t hear my alarm (and i had set three!) After a hot phone call from my supervisor, i walked into work with my head ducked hoping to hide the fact that i was glowing scarlet.
The sweet finale to my trio of fortunate events: My plans for Italy have been compromised. Financially. Shit. I was supposed to have *at least* £500 in my account for my much anticipated food-drink-sun-sleep-opera-gelato-architectural paradise. In fact, i have none, nothing and nada. Double shit.
Oh, and my flight is in three days.
Stop being a bitch, go to bed earlier and sort your shit out!