No, it isn't Halloween yet, but it is Friday the 13th, the first Friday the 13th of the year.
I don't remember a Friday the 13th ever coming so early in the year, but I could be wrong about that.
Am I scared about today, what today will bring, what today will unfold?
No, but it's funny the memories Friday the 13th brings to me.
I remember one year at my present work, the powers that be fired several of my fellow employees that day.
One of the higher ups actually had a bathroom meeting with me--yes, right in the bathroom--where he told me that my managing editor was being let go.
And that is all that happened during that meeting, or it would have really been a Friday the 13th to remember (or better yet, forget).
Yesterday at work, as I was leaving for the day, I mentioned to a fellow worker upon my exit that I would see him again today, and it just happened to be Friday the 13th.
He said something like, "Oh, really!" and then I heard another of my fellow employees say, "Par for the course," or something like that.
I really had to hold back from saying, "Every day is Friday the 13th here," but I did manage to hold that in.
For many, Friday the 13th conjures up that horror movie franchise, but honestly, I never got into those movies at all, nor the "Halloween" films. I much prefer other types of horror films, but those never did anything for me because they were so obvious.
But that aside, what does the 13th day of the year--which just happens to be Friday the 13th--mean to me?
Well, it is pretty much another day at the salt mines, if you know what I mean.
I know to always expect the unexpected, but I don't think there will be any fireworks today. It will just be another day.
Well, I am at least hoping that, as my heart can't take an further provocations. It really can't.
I know it is going to be 20 to 30 degrees colder today than it was yesterday, so we are going back to winter.
If that is the only alteration in my day on Friday the 13th, it is something I can accept.
Anything else ... nah, I don't even want to think about it.
I hope your Friday the 13th is a good one. Speak to you again on Monday.
I already got yelled by the powers that be for not parking far back enough in my spot in our parking lot, and I mean yelled at. A load of nonsense. Some people simply do not know how to be nice about things. And it is only 8:51 a.m. What will the rest of the day bring?
ReplyDeleteYou do realize, of course, that the rage you felt wasn't really about how you parked your car, but that you were the recipient of rage over how the business is failing.
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