A Series of Unfortunate Events

Yesterday was a memorable day. It was supposed to be amazing, according to my horoscope. The best day ever! Which is why horoscopes are bad, and lead you to believe things will happen that won't. But anyway.

Here's how I thought my day would look:

6 AM wake up. yoga for an hour
7 AM get ready for work
8 AM Get to work, do some wonderful things until
12PM when I leave work to go snowboarding
4 PM come home after a wonderful day of snowboarding
Relax the rest of the eveing and get ready for two days of long work hours

Right. So here's how my day actually went:

6 AM woke up, after a couple of snoozes, for an hour of yoga
7:30AM got ready for work, including deciding, after a debate, to bring my snowboarding gear. I was tired and sore from a run the previous day (the worst run in the history of my runs), and wondered if I felt like snowboarding. Decided I did so I packed up and headed off to work.
12PM was informed I needed to help with a discharge for about two hours, as well as finish up an inventory I was not prepared for. I began to doubt my snowboarding plans.
2 PM realized snowboarding was not in the stars, but got excited to leave around 3 and go home and relax.
4:30 PM finally left work, disgruntled and saddened to be leaving so late but looking forward to relaxing.
4:25 PM Car suddenly died on the freeway, one exit away from work in American Fork. I coasted off and landed precariously on the exit off ramp, mostly out of everyone's way.
4:35 PM realized I needed a tow, and called the towing company.
4:45 PM realized I didn't have any money with me.
5:00 PM was towed for the first time ever. Cool trucks!
5:15PM back at work, to have my dad pay over the phone for my tow since I'm lame, then grab a work truck to take home
6:15PM arrive at home, lugging my snowboard, snowboarding bag, and laudnry basket up to my door, only to find my key won't unlock the deadbolt.
6:20PM start to panic, feeling like I'm somehow at the wrong house, or there at the wrong time in history and I no longer belong to it. It seriously felt like the lock had been changed.

At this point, I began a downward spiral into frustration, sadness, and disbelief. I called my roommate, she didn't answer. I imagined all sorts of horrible things that could have happened. Got my landlords number from a neighbor and called, also to no avail.

Wandered dejectedly to my stolen outback truck to get some food, when Jess called me back to say she had had no problem with her key and she'd be home soon. Landlady called back and said no changed lock, and wait for Jess to get home. I felt hopeful.

Unfotunatley, Jess' idea of "soon:" and my idea were different. After talking to her, I crouched in despair on the sidewalk for a while, looked at the stars, walked my snowboard out to the lawn and scooted around in tennis shoes for a while, then called Jess again to see where she could possibly be.

6:50PM Jess shows up, only to find her key doesn't work either.

7:00PM landlady calls us back; she never answers her phone on the first go. We tell her the plight and she sends us to on-site managers downstairs.

They aren't home.

7:15PM she calls us back again, says she's sending someone over in 15minutes.
7:45PM we call her back, wondering what's going on, sick of sitting in the hallway. She says she's buying some lubricant and will be by shortly. I dig in to the ice cream I had brought home from work that day to put in my freezer, now quite melted after a three hour delay. But I am starving and destitute in my hallway, panicky about my car and the unknown situation with it and my lack of ability to cross a 6 inch threshold into the warmth and comfort of my house. My feet are also frozen because I was frolicking in the yard with the snowboard.

8:00PM landlady shows up, sprays the lock, tried the key, nothing. She worries and thinks they'll need to come do something more drastic. I get ready for another hour or waiting and then some sort of breakin. (By get ready, I mean I almost break into tears and take deep breaths to try and calm the rising panic)

8:05PM she sprays it some more, tried the key and yeah!!!! It worked!!! I don't understand what happened, I just know that now we are in our house. And I am exhausted. And my night is completely gone.

Today was actually no better than yesterday, but this was negative enough so I'll just leave it at that. With the added info that my car is still at Outback, no more idea what is wrong than before, I have a busy day tomorrow and people expecting me to do things I can't, and my roommate is at the moment missing. But I'm in my house, eating food, watching a movie, feeding my turtle, relaxing on my very own time to do whatever I want, and so things are good.

Sigh. Jeta shkon.