Keep your chin up
I had a really bad day recently and I’m sure everyone can relate somehow. Sometimes those days are so dreadful they start to affect your well-being, which is never a good thing. Let me tell you how it started.
I had an interview set up in New York at a very renowned newspaper. The job was for one of the freelance writer positions, and in the world of journalism, as a newly college graduate, that is a big deal.
I was so excited to make the two and a half hour drive up from Philadelphia for this life-changing interview. I got up, got dressed to impress, and was full of non-stop smiles the entire journey to the place. I was running a little behind but no big deal, I informed the editor/owner of the paper that I was to be late, and he graciously understood.
It was perfect, I parked across the street, spruced up my makeup, grabbed my resume and charged in like I owned the place. The editor was such a great guy, his assistant editor was super sweet and all of us enjoyed each other’s company. I thought in my head, “I nailed this interview, they want me, and towards the end I got the job.” I thanked them, walked out and was ready to go back to my car to do a little solo celebration. Then things went sour.
Where was my car? Seriously, I thought I was in some bad 90’s movie. My heart dropped, I thought the car was stolen. Thankfully it wasn’t stolen, but something not good sure did happen to my car. It got towed. Oh crap. I’m a single mom. I just graduated college. I’m not rich. I’m barely making the bills. I just spent a good amount of money on gas and tolls coming to New York for this interview.
Why me? This tow company that has my car is about 10 minutes away, I am in heels and no nothing of my surroundings being that I am obviously not from the area.
Thank goodness for this millennial mindset, I just whipped out my phone, Googled local cab drivers and found myself a ride. Got in the cab, asked the driver if he took credit cards? Nope. Cash only. Cash only, unless we go back to the cab company and charge my credit card there but it will be a minimum $25.00 fee for charging it. So, no money, but charged my credit card for $25.00 for a 10-minute ride that did not cost that much.
Get to the tow place, thankfully they have my car but it will cost me about $150.00. No big deal I only spent a lot of money that I didn’t have to get up here in the first place. My credit cards won’t go through. I call my mom to help me out. She is not allowed to give them her credit card over the phone to pay because of possible fraud issues. Great.
Stuck in a city I don’t know, broke, and oh I must be at my new job by 5 p.m. It’s now 2:30 p.m. and it still takes me two and a half hours to get home. At this point my credit cards don’t work, my mom’s card can’t go through and basically, I am running out of time again. My stress is inclining rapidly and I cannot seem to calm down.
To make matters worse the only card that did work is my bank card which took money out of my savings that I would have eventually needed for my car payment.
I finally make it out of the tow company, get in my car and book it back to Philadelphia. Within 20 minutes I am in peak rush hour, bumper to bumper traffic.
I’m thirsty and all I have is the cold tea that I brought with me earlier that morning. At least I have something to drink…had something to drink. I grab it, the lid falls off as I tilt it towards my mouth and I just took a nice cold tea bath. Now my clothes are soaked and I’m still stuck in traffic. A bridge is closed due to being under construction, and my lovely GPS cannot find an alternative route. Another wasted 15 minutes. I call my boss, explain I’m going to be late at this point; that is a wonderful first impression for a new job. It took me five hours to get home.
This day just seemed like it would never end. I’m having multiple negative thoughts. My chest is pounding. My makeup is runny from the tears I’ve been crying. My hair is hot and sticky, and my blouse still smells like cold peach tranquility tea minus the fact that I feel no tranquility now.
I am a young woman. For the most part I am darn healthy. I have two working legs, two working arms, a normal pulse and all my senses are fine. It occurred to me how much women stress throughout each day. I realized I am aging myself with these thoughts. I am condoning negativity and destroying my well-being.
As we get older, our health problems become more apparent earlier in our adulthood stages of life. We stress the small stuff far too excessively. We stress it not knowing we deserve better. At the end of the day it’s just bad luck. I have no control over the series of events that happened to me. All I can do is try to salvage the situation as best as I possibly can.
When I finally got home that day I cried a little, I dealt with everything and I moved on. I found the strength to get up the next day and tell myself it’s a fresh start.
Being wonder woman doesn’t mean being perfect and making sure everything goes smoothly all the time. Being wonder woman means having everything go horribly wrong and figuring out how to deal with it by believing in yourself.
So, come on bad days, give me everything you’ve got, I can take it.