Murphy's Law on Crack

Murphy's law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

Yesterday was the epitome of Murphy's law.

To be truthful, my horridly weird dream should have been an omen by itself.

It started off simply enough. I woke up early to wash the pond. Due to a miscommunication, I woke up an hour earlier than needed, could barely open my eyes and still dragged myself out of bed. I had to walk the demon dog. Enough said.

Then I waited for over and hour. No show yet. A phone later and the miscommunication was cleared; just not in time for a brief nap.

Pond filter washing ensued (try saying "wash the pond" fast, it'll sound innuendo-ish). It went relatively well with Michelle and I starting first before JE arrived. Then halfway through, the gardeners came. It meant disruption. I hate disruption. Fine.

The mother comes down and starts yakking away about what she wants done to the gardener. She comes down to disrupt the nearly finished pond washing to ask me to carry down the disgustingly heavy ladder. on a normal day, I wouldn't find it so terrible. Thing is, being sleep-deprived and hungry doesn't really help in making things seem feather light. Okay. i carry it down the very inconvenient stairs even though I told her it wouldn't be long enough to reach the tree she wants trimmed. I should know; I've tried it before with the maid. Once I bring the cumbersome chunk of metal downstairs, and start setting it up, the guy says halfway through that it wouldn't do. My mother listens to him. Gee, thanks; my word suddenly becomes as insignificant as chopped liver. Fine. I repack it and bring it all the way back up again.

Just as we finished packing back the filtration system, my mother decides to trim the plants around the pond. I tell her not to bother because if she wants to, she needs to jump into the pond to do it properly. she doesn't listen. She proceeds and tugs at a particular plant that is in a particularly large and heavy vase filled with sand and a few minutes later--disaster. The whole thing falls into the pond, turning the water muddy and murky and god knows if the fish are alright. She starts yelling to get it out, I jump in to tug at it and we begin to tug it to the edge of the pond. but three girls are no match for a pot heavier than me. the gardener is called and comes strolling over (what sort of idiot strolls over to the sound of screaming?!) while the pot attempts to turn my right hand into mush with its great weight. By the time it finally gets tugged off, it's been several minutes, the pond water is muddy and filled with dead, illusive plant matter and my handphone and house keys (which includes the electric gate remote control) has been in there soaking up a bit of H2O. I am NOT pleased. At all.

We spend two extra hours attempting to correct the mess that would NOT have happened had my mother only listened to me. Fine. JE ends up having to stay longer than usual making her nearly late for her other appointment. i spend the rest of my time scowling hard enough to cause rain. which might have explained why it started to rain just as we rushed back into the house, dirty, uncomfortable, and--in my case--highly inconvenienced and freezing in the cold air. My hands and feet resembled a corpse's.

After a quick bath, I find out there isn't lunch, we have to wait for take away, had to go out of the house to fetch it ourselves and tried unsuccessfully to get my phone to work again after it dried. The keypads miraculously work, the sound seems fine but the screen is dead. Which is rather vital in order to see messages, incoming calls, the names of whoever the hell I want to call and etc. When I told my mother I might need a new phone, she yells "NO!" at me and starts raging at me to simply wait for the it to dry off. It's dry. I waited a day and it's still not working. The fact that Mic has a relative that deals with handphones and knows more about them than either of us makes little difference. I will apparently have to deal with it. When I jumped into the pond to save her fish. Thus making it redundant.

It was a momentously large FUCK day.



Today, I went to school for eight hours of straight classes. Nice.