I'm not superstitious. Really, I'm not. But I don't like Friday the 13th. Bad things usually happen to me on Friday the 13th. Like, monumental, cataclysmic, life-changing things. A fender bender? That's a good Friday the 13th.
Naturally, I kinda wanted to stay in bed today. Pull the covers over my head and not move until midnight, Valentine's Day. But apparently my job does not view today as a necessary holiday. Dang.
So here I am, at work, sort of waiting for what seems to be the inevitable. I did spill my mocha twice today, but if that's the worst that happens, I'll be very thankful.
The last super-horrible Friday the 13th I had was about two years ago when I worked at the local paper. I was sitting down at my desk, writing a column about how I didn't believe in the superstition that Friday the 13th was unlucky, even though just a couple of years earlier, I had a fender bender and (on the same day) discovered I had a cheating boyfriend (not Superman, fyi). I threw caution to the wind, writing this column (on the morning of the 13th, mind you) of how this Friday the 13th was fine -- even though it hadn't happened yet.
Oh, the irony.
THAT was the worst Friday the 13th I've EVER had. I don't really want to go into details, but it definitely changed my views on a lot of things. I couldn't even let that column run; the day was that bad. I was a bit bitter, too, so by the time the column ran on the following Tuesday, it was how Friday the 13th wrecked my life. But, looking back on it, I can laugh at that situation (not the bad one, the column one). There I was during the morning of a Friday the 13th, writing a column about how silly it was to think that anything bad could happen on that day -- when, really, bad things can happen on any given day, Friday the 13th or not.
It does kinda make me giggle.
Today, I'm not saying I'm superstitious, but I'm not writing a column (or in this case, blog) about how today will be fabulous -- even though I think it will be. Superman is picking me up some red beans and rice (YUM!) for lunch, we have girls' night tonight at Olive Garden (double yum!), and all I have to do this afternoon is grade papers. But I'm not saying it's a good day.
I'll say that tomorrow.
Happy early Valentine's Day!