Murphy's Law, Corollary #63

Yesterday I had a doctor's appointment at 4:45. For some reason, I decided this meant that I absolutely had to leave work at 3:45 -- I think I got a little confused, because I have a dentist's appointment tomorrow for 4:00, which would mean leaving at 3:45, and obviously I have a very hard time telling Monday apart from Wednesday.

Of course, I didn't realize this until I was on the highway.

Had no idea what to do with myself, so I just ended up going home and changing into more comfortable clothes. I also figured I'd get a book for the wait at the doctor's, and because I was going to meet up with some people from work for a movie later.

I left the house in such a hurry after frantically waving my hands about and complaining to fannishly that I forgot my book.

The doctor's appointment, luckily, went ok, as much as these things go, and then I settled in to wait for everyone at the restaurant, after pretty much everyone had cancelled on me. Sat for about half an hour really desperately wishing that I had remembered a book, then called up M. to see if I had somehow accidentally given everyone the wrong time and/or place and/or date and/or year to meet, seeing as how it was that sort of a day. Luckily, I had actually told everyone the right date/time/place (amazing!); they were just all running late. Then my cell phone ran out of batteries.

Turns out there was a crisis at work, causing T. to be late, and M. had gone home to get movie ticket passes and done pretty much everything except leave with movie ticket passes. I reassured him, saying that you know, I do that sort of stuff all the time, just look, I had forgotten to leave with my book!

Didn't quite realize that I would discover about four hours later that I had also forgotten to leave with my keys.

Of course, I found this out the hard way -- in other words, pacing in front of the apartment door frantically going through my purse and all my pockets, thinking, "Ohmygosh, did I actually do this?" Then I rang the doorbell several times in the desperate hope that fannishly would come to my rescue, but no such luck.

So I went over to the neighbors, who I've never talked to, and felt horribly embarrassed trying to explain to them that I needed to borrow their phone to call my apartment because my cell phone's batteries were out. No answer, so then I turned on my cell phone to look up fannishly's cell number, since I don't have it memorized, while also trying very hard to explain that while my cell phone had enough batteries so that I could look up numbers, it didn't have enough to place a call, and that no, really, I wasn't a weird stalker trying to look at their house or something.

Thankfully, fannishly picked up the phone and let me in, after which I decided not to push my luck any further.

The absolutely awful thing is that both M. and my boss ended up having even worse days.

And now I am laughing hysterically in my cube because it's pouring rain, complete with thunder and lightning, despite it being September in California. To explain: I washed my car for the first time in eight months on the weekend and was joking with everyone that it was going to rain.

I think Murphy wants more sacrifices or something!