Thanks for Ruining Friday

I need Daniel Powter to sit by my desk and just sing to me, “You had a bad day. You’re taking one down. You sing a sad song just to turn it around…”

I woke up happy, “Hello Friday, glad to see you again.”

I got to work having eaten a healthy breakfast, ready to start my day. Then the storm clouds came.

I am rarely in a “bad mood” and even when I am I try very hard to not let it affect other people. My boss doesn’t seem to share those same sentiments.

She’s in a crabby mood. She didn’t get enough sleep. There aren’t enough stories on the budget.

I was waiting for phone calls for two separate stories and working on my Sunday 1A center piece story that is budgeted for two weeks from now when she leaned over and stuck her head out from her computer.

“You need to come up with something… now.”

OK, I throw out three story ideas. No go. But I still have to come up with something.

I’m a journalist, not a magician. I can’t make stories fall out of the sky and into my lap – sorry.

I can’t leave the office – no one else is here to listen to the scanner – but I also have to come up with a story she deems worthy, which so far is nothing I have.

Why can’t I work somewhere where I don’t have to rely on getting a phone call back? Why can’t I work somewhere where one of those phone calls is not a man whose cat was killed by a coyote (that’s not news, that’s dumb.)? Why can’t I just get up, do my work and leave in a pleasant mood? Why?

So now my pleasant mood of almond butter breakfast, wearing a pretty dress and having the weekend to look forward to has been annihilated.

It has now been replaced with anger, bitterness and a strong desire to leave this wretched building and eat something unhealthy.

Angel and the terrible, no good, really bad, rotten day – welcome to my life, world. It sucks.

A la Daniel Powter:

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
You tell me your blue skies fade to grey
You tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You’re faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life’s been way off line
You’re falling to pieces everytime
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

Because you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well, you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

You had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day

(Oh.. Holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I’m not wrong (ahhh…)

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh, you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

‘Cause you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You’ve seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

(Oh, yeah, yeaaah, yeah)
Had a bad day
(Oh, had a bad day)
Had a bad day
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeeeeah)
Had a bad day
(Oh, had a bad day)
Had a bad day…
Had a bad day…

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