Omens

Ever wake up, and just know it’s not gonna be your day? Ever get those signs, that seem to tell you, you should just stay home, play Mario Kart, and sniff spray paint all day? Today, I had all those signs, and yet, I pressed on.
I woke up, with a really sore back. I was all out of whack. Earlier in the week, my wife had a sinus infection, and a migraine, and a friend came over with a big bag-o-drugs. In her giant stash of prescription meds, were some really cool sounding pills that she got after a surgery that she claimed “make your whole body numb, and relaxes all your muscles”. I asked if it was good for back pain and she said, “yeah, wanna keep a few?” I declined, for two reasons. one, my back was fine at that time, and they said DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCOHAL, so I passed. Now, I needed those wonderful drugs.
I pressed on, and made it about 1 mile before I realized, I was going to crap myself. I made it back home, and got things taken care of in that department, but failed to realize this was a sign for me to just call it a day. Any time you don’t even get out of your own neighborhood without almost soiling yourself, you know it’s gonna be a bad day. Still, I pressed on. Not sure why, but I did. It’s that fighting spirit of mine. Pretty much the entire rest of my day, was just a little less pain-full than those intestinal cramps, with a far less happy ending. one thing after another, turned on me. Anything that could have gone wrong, did. About 3:00 I started wondering if I would have been better off just shitting myself this morning. I’ll never know. But, what I do know is, I am going to start paying attention to these signs. When all signs are pointing to a bad day, it’s gonna be a bad day from inside my home, or maybe a nice bar. In my younger days, I was Kean to pick up on these signs. If I got in my car, only to find I had left my window down in a rain storm, and my seat was wet. I stayed home. If I got pulled over on the way to work, that was it for that day. Sure, it wasn’t great for my career, but it’s a lot easier to deal with what shitstorm life throws your way, on your own terms. No harassing phone calls, no people yelling at you, and far less stupid people to deal with.
The biggest problem I think I’ll have besides the total lack of professionalism, is knowing just where to draw the line. If the light that is almost always green is red, do I turn back and head home? What if the wrong song is on the radio? Does that mean Fergie is telling me to stay home? The lady at the Coffee counter is just a wee too perky in the morning, do I pack it in? Life is full of difficult questions. I just hope I am wise enough to find the answers. Of course, I could always just error on the side of caution, and never leave. I may become un-employable, but never risking shitting myself may be worth it.