6 / MARCH 2022 PRIME
One of Those Days By Lois Stephens W
e have a habit of blaming Monday when we experience one of those bad, rotten, forgettable, terrible days, those days when nothing seems to go as planned or expected. The only good comment a person can make about such a day is that he or she made it through to the bitter end. Poor Monday, always getting blamed for these sorts of days. “This is my Monday,” a colleague will declare when nothing goes right, regardless of what day of the week it may
actually happen to be. If such days always occurred on Mondays, we could just take that day of the week off, stay home, and save ourselves a lot of hassles and irritations. Unfortunately, days like these strike with no warning, something like National Rude People’s Day. You wake up, get out of bed, and everything goes downhill from that moment on. I had such a day this month. It actually occurred on a Monday, which didn’t make it any less frustrating of a day, but at least
I could whine about those awful Mondays, and be stating the truth. When a day starts out on the left foot, it never truly straightens out, especially when it happens on a work day and I can’t even take a long hike into the woods to relieve the stress. Let’s see, I got up, tripped over the dog who was just wanting breakfast, spilled some coffee on the counter, and stubbed my toe on a chunk of wood that was lying peacefully in front of the wood stove. I left for work, enjoyed a nice
uneventful jaunt to get to the office, and never suspected the litany of woes had just begun. Since technology and I have an uneasy truce at the best of times, I should have known what was in store as far as a productive work day when I turned on my work computer. It took forever for the programs to load. ArcPro threw down the gauntlet and refused to even open up on the first, or second, or third try, and it failed to work properly the entire day. My personal
