Friday the 13th lived up (down?) to expectations
Thursday wasn’t a bad day as these things go. I spent the day in a nearby sales location that always seems to work out decently enough. When I’m in this location I seldom if ever have a good day, but I hardly ever have a bad day. It’s sort of like an old pair of shoes that fit really well and feel fine but aren’t very stylish. Actually, that was a lame analogy, but I’m not in an analogy-finding sort of mood and just took the first one that came to mind. In any event, Thursday lived up to expectations, with a good if not spectacular day. One thing I do like about this location is the convenience of working close to home. In fact it’s close enough that I can take a mid-day break and head back home for a while.
Friday the 13th? Suffice to say that I’m not superstitious, and in fact consider most superstitions pure bunk, but without going into unhappy details I’ll just say that it was a wretched day. I was in a rather upscale location that one would think would be a prime territory. It was not. In fact, it was about as bad as it could be.
