Your worst of days.......

[El Presidente]

I had a cracker yesterday where everything I touched went to seed. i will expand part of it in today' 24:24 thread.  

Recall your worst of days where nothing went right. We all have them 

All entries into the draw for a couple of samplers 

 

One that springs immediately to mind is the day that I went to take out my laptop for airport security. Laptop unfortunately was back at the house. I changed my ticket (paid the penalty), hopped in an Uber and went the 40 minutes home. Picked up the laptop.....40 minutes back to the airport.  Cleared security, into the lounge. Can't find my wallet.  That's because I left it on the kitchen bench 

 

[mikeyjb]

20 minutes ago, El Presidente said:

Recall your worst of days where nothing went right. We all have them 

My worst days.....

Separating from my ex-wife. Never to see my pet cats ever again, I miss them every day. Didn't care about the ex-wife though. 

The day I took my pet diamond python to the vet for a small lump, only to have that lump turn out to be cancer blocking some vital organs. I took him to the vet in the morning with only a small lump and having to put him down in the evening.

Some of my worst days ever. I'll never forget my pets.

[JGD]

My worst day: moving from Baltimore to outside Boston. 

I had just graduated law school, and my wife had just lost her job. So, instead of moving to Northern Virginia and taking the Maryland bar exam we decided to move in with my parents while I take the Massachusetts bar exam and look for work. We were moving from out decently sized row house which I didn’t think had as much things in it as it did. The plan was to to pack up the large Penske truck and start the 8 hour drive by noon. That morning I immediately tweeted my back so the day started out not that great. As the hours went by it got hot and muggy. The truck was finally backed by 6pm and I got the road (my wife had previously left with the car). As soon as I got the highway people started honking at me. I rolled down my window and a guy yelled that I had paint coming out of the back of the truck. My friend decided to pack up a milk crate of paint high up at the back of the truck so it immediacy fell and the vans broke open. I pulled over, opend the back to find paint everywhere. I used the only thing I had to clean up — my shirt. I now continued on my way. Covered in sweat and paint. And back still hurting. I was following my GPS when all of the sudden I found myself on a NY parkway with an oversized truck. Per the guy at the toll booth I realized this and was able to get off the road at the last exit before a low paying bridge. Crisis averted. Things went rather smoothly until mile 100 in Connecticut. All of the sudden all the bells and whistles in the truck stared going off signaling there was a break failure. I pulled over turned the truck off and restarted it only to have the same warnings again. I called the helpline and they sent road service to me. They told me that I could get towed to a nearby parking lot where Penske will bring me a new truck, but that no one would be able to help me move everything to the new truck. Luckily, I convinced him that I wouldn’t physically be able to do that and he said he could tow me the last 100 miles. He said he would come back in two hours with the tow rig. As I sat in the truck I couldn’t have the AC on because the brake alarms would go off. And when I opened the windows to at least have a cigar (my cooler traveled up front with me), the cab quickly became infested with moths. I finally made it to my destination around 11 AM the next day.

I will never move myself again. 

[Wertman]

One of my worst days was when Scott Norwood missed a game winning field goal.  Damm to be from Buffalo and be a die hard #billsmafia

[Hammer Smokin']

I had to think about this one for a while. To be honest, no single day was jumping out at me. For that, I must take it as a blessing. However, just as I was about to move on from this thread a day a earlier this year comes to mind.

I've had a pretty good job over the last decade. Not going into specific details, as it is irrelevant to the story, but I've enjoyed working with good group of people. I started fresh out school, my first real job. Started in the "basement" so to speak. Over the last decade I've learned, worked hard, and gained much success. With success comes opportunities outside of your current job. Often these would be more pay, but I've always felt like my company takes care of me. More importantly it is the good group of people that has become my family. We have shared laughs together, cried together, and succeeded together.

No doubt the success of our company, growing to the 4th largest of our business in Canada, is a testament of this group of people. Unfortunately today's technology is a double edged sword. It provides great freedom to work remotely, and at your own time. But that ease has also allowed companies to reduce costly footprints in high cost office environments. As a result many in our industry have moved to "work from home" environments, having an office place with much less space.

Our company moved to this environment this past June. Walking into the "new office" no one had their own desk. I never thought the day would come with I longed for a cubicle. Gone were the familiar faces, instead, 9 departments crammed into one "open office environment". No longer were there phones on the desks. Everyone is too close to have people speaking. Instead were the creating of "phone booths". Small rooms intended to be used for conversation. I quickly learned these rooms also needed to be used for ANY chatting, cause you couldn't speak to a coworker without dozens of sets of eyes glaring at you.

In my line of work, conversing, and bouncing ideas of one another is critical. Well, when you are only required to be in the office 2 days a week, that makes it rather difficult. That first day dragged. And so has every week since.

My family is gone. We try to have conference calls, and do our best to "share ideas" remotely. Jammer/yammer/whatever that crap is called is the go-to. Dress for your day (or what I call dress for your pay) is the new way.

Professionalism is done. The "new way of working" is upon us.

June 1, 2018. The day my professional life died, and I joined the "millennial way" of working.

And this Gen X'er doesn't like it.

Not one bit.

 

[CaskStrength]

I'm pretty lucky that I have a short memory for this kind of thing.  It sucks at the time but, it just rolls off in a week or so.  Worst I can remember is scalding my foot with a 2nd degree burn while trying to strain pasta, followed by breaking my cellphone in the same night.  Sadly, I do not have the excuse of alcohol being involved.

 

I'm lucky enough that my worst experiences have been lots of stuff breaking at once, minor medical issues, and distant family members dying.  Truly first world problems in the grand scheme of things.

[Guest Nekhyludov]

1 minute ago, Weaponiz'd1 said:

The wife miscarried just after 3 months, a few months back

Absolutely brutal.

 

I'm dealt severe changes in my day to day profession, but nothing compares to that day.

My wife and I went through the same thing last May. There's no way to describe that grief, or the horror of the silence in the doctor's office during the ultrasound.

But last weekend we baptized a healthy, happy baby girl. 

Everything is alright in the end. And if it isn't alright, it isn't the end.

[Cayman17]

I was 20 years old on winter break from college. I had an issue with some identification at a beer distributor and received a summons in the mail. It snowed all day everyday and I was stuck at home with dad most of the time after the summons arrived. I needed a lawyer. Dad was not very happy with me. I could not wait to return to school in Ohio. 

The day finally came to leave and I set out on the hilly roads of western Pennsylvania. A freak snow storm hit, and as I was cresting a hill only a few miles from the house, I suddenly found myself starting downhill while a car was inexplicably parked half on and half off the road at the bottom of the hill. I could not stop and I could not swerve into the other lane because another car was coming down the hill opposite my vehicle. I was trapped. I tapped my brakes and fishtailed into the car parked on the road, damaging the rear quarter panel. 

I called dad and waited for him. He was seething. He told the other driver who was parked on the road (negligently) to go f*ck himself when the other guy gave him a hard time while exchanging insurance information after the crash. My father does not talk that way.  It was scary. 

Dad gave me his GMC Jimmy to drive back to school because my car was wrecked. The snow had stopped by now and I was really moving, determined to get the hell out of Pennsylvania as quickly as possible. As I was passing a driver on Route 30 near the PA turnpike entrance, I looked in the rear view mirror and observed a PA State Trooper riding my bumper, just waiting for me to notice his presence. As soon as I slowed down, he turned on his siren. I was toast. 

The trooper was not in a good mood, and let’s face it, I did not look like a model citizen.  I needed a shave and looked pretty scruffy.  And there were multiple duffle bags on the back seat.  I figured I would be searched for drugs, which honestly I did not possess.  Possibly I might be arrested for careless driving.  I kept my cool, though,  and called him sir.  I had a valid license and my story made sense, and the car had a valid registration card and insurance card.  I got a stern lecture and the trooper told me to get going.  He gave me a warning, no tickets. 

I drove the speed limit the entire way back to Ohio (three hours), unpacked, and went straight to bed.  True story and one of the worst experiences of my life.  

 

 

 

[Guest Nekhyludov]

9 minutes ago, Weaponiz'd1 said:

So glad for your luck, my friend

Soon enough it'll be your luck, too!

[Wertman]

I know I tried to be funny in my previous post but last month I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.  They believe they got everything.  I am 38 with 3 kids including a special needs son who I know my wife could never do it alone.  It was a really scary horrible moment.  Not sure if I will ever be able to smoke cigars again.  Second worse is watching my son have seizures it's horrible. He's such a strong little man.  

[Hammer Smokin']

seizures are so difficult.

I've had a number of them during my adulthood.

I can only imagine how scary is must be to see someone break into gran mal.

It's even more scary for the person seizing.

Nothing is tougher than the "initial" couple seconds of waking up after a seizure.

confusion. discomfort. agitation. and most of all, exhaustion.

it's like your brain runs a marathon in a couple minutes..neurons mis firing at record pace.

comfort your little man. I hope he grows out of them. I hope the meds he may be on aren't too bad.

while not as bad a the seizures themselves, seizure meds are a world of hurt - especially after a decade or more of taking them.

[Hypersomniac]

Well, tonight was pretty bad. I'm already stressed out from hating my job; this certainly didn't make it any better.

This morning, I cleaned out my coffee grinder before putting in beans from a new bag (keep in mind this is 3:30 am). I thought I would put the beans in the hopper before putting it back on the grinder. That was stupid as it doesn't have a closed bottom, coffee beans everywhere. Then I put the burr back in upside down, took me 15 minutes to get it out and back on the right way. I guess I really didn't need the eggs I was going to make this morning anyway. 

I get to work (local delivery truck driver), My trailer is WAY too big (they gave me a 48' when a 36' would have sufficed). Alright, whatever, I go about my day, grumbling to myself about how I hate the warehouse selectors who apparently can't do there job properly, thus making my job harder.

Get to the end of my day and go home. Wife has something she had to do tonight, so I am in charge of getting the kids cleaned and put to bed (1 year old and 3 year old). 3 year old poops his pants (hasn't done that in months now), wonderful. I am getting him cleaned up while the 1 year old is trying to get in on the action. I get him cleaned up and put in the tub. Turn to get the 1 year old in the tub and knock him down on his head; so now he is crying. 

I clean up the kitchen a little while they play in the tub. I go back and wash them up. I start getting the 1 year old ready for bed and while looking for butt cream he runs back to the tub and squirts shampoo all over himself. Fantastic, I get to clean him up again. I get him cleaned up and put his pajamas on before turning my attention to the 3 year old, who at this point has hopped out of the tub and trekked water all the way to his room. So now I get to clean that up too. 

I get my 3 year old ready for bed and move to clean up their room before putting them to bed. Just as I am about to finish up with their room, they both come running into the room... covered in peanut butter and holding crepes from supper. I'm about having a breakdown at this point.

When my wife finally got back, the kitchen was dirtier than when she left, the kids were just as dirty, and I am exhausted and defeated.

Not my greatest day.

[cigcars]

       *I don't know how many church-goers we have here on the forum, but I'm sure you've heard of Black Baptist church services...you go in Sunday and come out Tuesday. When I was a few months relocated to Atlanta, Georgia there was a Baptist church right around the corner from me and one of my co-workers attended it. I told him that I didn't want to be held captive in there ALL DAY LOOONG, and he assured me, "Oh no, no, no. We don't do that at this church. You go in and the services are real quick, and you don't get held all day. So all excited up I went there Sunday, arrived at about 10:40am.  We sat there while the music and the song went on, and the collection plate came around. Well, at about 11:45am still waiting for the ministry, and the collection plate came around again. 12;45pm, then 1:15pm, still no ministry and the collection plate had come around again - three more times. I'm really starting to get antsy and fidgety...I'm wondering what's the deal with this "quick service", looked around, didn't see anything of any co-worker. Starting to get real - well, forced patience while I wait. 2:00pm. 3:00pm. 3:45pm. No minister, collection plate passed around 5 more times, interspersed with those times when the church body had to get up and make their way to the collection box to donate - and everyone had to get up and make that march. My eyes are going up inside my head. At 4:30pm a processional begins to walk the minister out to the pulpit. By then it was all I could do to sit upright instead of at an angle. Whatever the Big man was saying, all I could make out was, "AHHH BWUBWUBWUBUWBWUBBUWBU-WAAAAHHHHH; AHHH BUBUBUWUWBWUBWUBWUBUWUBWUBUBUW-WHAAAAAH! AAAHHH BUWBWUBWUBWUBUWBWUBUWUBWUBWU - WHAAAAA!" in his gravelly preacher's tone.  I looked to the left, looked to the right without turning my head, eased my body around the pew, eased myself out the door, and went back to regular quick relief of eating, staying at my place, recouperating, etc. All the above is true. My sister loves it when I recount these events to her, she gets such a laugh. And BTW, I found my co-worker to ask what the deal was, and he said, "I don't know. It's usually not that long. I don't know what happened that day!" I attend Bedside Baptist these days in my older age.

[Bill Hayes]

[MIKA27]

Well one day in particular comes to mind:

Earlier this year I was part of our annual building Evacuation exercise, as I manage a couple Commercial towers here in Southbank.

I had the brilliant idea that building management should also be more accountable and a part of the "Process" so I thought I'd have a go at running the EWIS panel.

For those that don't know what an EWIS panel does, in very simple terms, it is a system that controls PA announcements to ALL FLOORS of a building along with Alert and Evacuation tones during an emergency for all our tenants to hear. So... Before the drill, I made an ALL PA Speech that we were about to start our annual drill. I hit ALL PA SPEECH to ALL 38 floors.

After the annual drill was completed after an hour or so, I made another announcement to our tenants and clients, hit ALL PA SPEECH and spoke. At the end of the speech, I forgot to release the Mic on the PA and said "F**K this shit".... Yep. That happened. 

Just recalling this event makes me cringe with embarrassment.

Still have my job too! 

[luckme10]

Got a traffic ticket for making an illegal left turn during rush hour. Tried to go to the station to pay it off. They were closed due to holiday. Tried the next day. They were closed do to budget cuts. Tried the third day. Line was so long that I had to wait two and half hours before getting to the cashier. By the time I finished paying off the ticket, I was 10 minutes past the allowed time to park on the street near the station. I got to my car just in time to watch the fat black lady write me up and tow my car with a self grin that can only be described as schadenfreude. I just hate driving in SF. Most of the parking spots are limited/ metered. Everyone is crazy aggressive. You can't make certain turns during specific times of the day. And there are so many other cars, people and advertisements on the road or double parked, it's hard to see where you're supposed to be driving. Someone once asked me what my dream car was. I simply replied, an ambulance. People will actually move out of your way.

[MIKA27]

58 minutes ago, luckme10 said:

 I got to my car just in time to watch the fat black lady write me up and tow my car with a self grin that can only be described as schadenfreude. 

⁉️

This alone could go down as one of your worst days..

[luckme10]

Worst days definitely fall into a whole different realm: family retardation, stroke, suicide, etc.  But the traffic ticket story certainly made for one of the more entertaining.

[Stump89]

8 hours ago, Cayman17 said:

The day finally came to leave and I set out on the hilly roads of western Pennsylvania. A freak snow storm hit, and as I was cresting a hill only a few miles from the house, I suddenly found myself starting downhill while a car was inexplicably parked half on and half off the road at the bottom of the hill. I could not stop and I could not swerve into the other lane because another car was coming down the hill opposite my vehicle. I was trapped. I tapped my brakes and fishtailed into the car parked on the road, damaging the rear quarter panel. 

I've driven those roads many times going to and from college as well.  What a true pain in the rear during the winter.  I've almost had the exact same thing happen to me a few times.  Never could understand it.

[JoeyGunz]

A case of the day after the night before;

After a day of going to the football and pint after pint of lager I found myself in a "rave" my friend was hosting, after a shady interaction with a hooded degenerate me and my friend decided it was a smart idea to join the masses and swiftly swallowed half a "Happy Pill" each.

 

Fast forward to the next morning and I'm feeling an absolute shell of my former self. I've managed to finally make it out of bed, slipped on my tracksuit and wandered out into the flat, now I've found myself quickly nestled on the khazi releasing all kinds of evils from the last 24hrs into the pan.

Slowly, I'm up, flushed and see I've made quite a mess of the porcelain;

 

I've reached for the bog brush where one of my friends from the previous days activities has managed to deposit a bowel full of liquid excrememnt onto the bristles which has promptly flown off the brush and splashed from my ankle to my neck covering me completely.

 

I broke down, this was the lowest of the low, I stepped out of the tracksuit, turned it inside out, left in there and promptly curled up into a ball in my bed til the pain had passed.

[Ken Gargett]

ha! amateurs the lot of you. 

rob wanted a travel blog thingee for this trip.

oh, the best laid plans. short of genuine and terrible tragedy of course, it does not get much worse than yesterday. 

today - luggage didn't arrive. blisters. chaffing - oh that is its very own form of hell. 7 hours waiting (well, not waiting there - i went off and visitied stuff and had moose meatballs for lunch - they could have been spam) for a room at the extremely expensive hotel (which for some unknown reason thinks that charging wall street prices will get it a good review - i'm not luxury travel blog tosser guy! and trust me, this has been heaven compared to yesterday. i will try and get on to a full bloggy thing later but right now, i am off to the best bar in the world. well, one of two. i am expecting something absurdly bad to happen. why on earth would god stop now? 

[Ken Gargett]

and trust me, i have a high standard when it comes to bad days - who among us hasn't sunk his father's prized range rover in the pacific ocean? 

[99call]

I wont go into the full specific details as it was bloody tragic.  But 2 days into a job, I was charged with demanding changes to a sub-contractors method statement.   They made the changes on paper, but didn't follow them.   Subsequently collapsed a large piece of access equipment and died.  The following days i had to be interrogated by the police and insurance people etc, but the contractor in question was effectively guilty of their own death, by failing to follow industry safety standards. 

Dark days, but what made it surreal, was the guy that I thought had died and met previously, was the in actual fact the business partner.   I had to attend a meeting, and the guy that I thought was dead, got in a lift with me, just as the doors was shutting...................very weird,    a day i'd be happy to forget

[Ryan]

I remembered this story from a few years ago of one of a cop's worst days on the job. One of the funniest "worst day" stories I've heard, worth the 10 minutes or so.

https://www.thisamericanlife.org/510/fiasco/act-three-0

 

[Pag]

Lately, seems like every day.

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