If I were as hysterical as I have been previously, today would’ve probably been a really bad day. I may very well be cursed. Let me count the ways:

1. I had to wake up at 5 a.m. Central Time, and since I had adjusted to Pacific Time, it felt like waking up at 3 a.m.
2. My commute is such that it takes me about an hour to drive 12 miles.
3. I haven’t been officially signed up for the rotation that I’m on. Apparently my paperwork has not yet come in.
4. I don’t have my next rotation lined up. My attempts to do so today were all rebuffed.
5. I lost my wallet, and therefore was unable to eat lunch.
6. Someone practically coded right in front of me, and I didn’t know what to do.
7. Despite this being an easy rotation, each day is still 9 hours long.

But, surprisingly, I feel OK about it. Mostly because I found my wallet, which was, mysteriously, sopping wet. And yes, I recognize that I am a whining bastard who does not properly appreciate how lucky I am.

But I am thankful. Despite all I’ve put myself through, things are OK. Not great, but not horrible. Just OK. What more could I possibly demand?