Have you ever had one of those days when everything you did seemed like it just had to go wrong? That single day you would remember for the rest of your life for all the undesirable reasons? Have you ever experienced being an Anti-Midas, where instead of turning into gold, everything you touched turned into crap, reeking of nothing but failure, anger, and frustration? That day when you could do nothing but just watch in amazement how perfectly all things went down one after another, like a tumbling line of dominoes?
How did it feel? You would let out just one damn sigh. Well, you know, I just had one of those days. It felt terrible.
And what's worse is that I actually had two of those days. Two consecutive days of bad luck featuring failures so epic it would've made a really good A Series of Unfortunate Events reality show edition.
It was a Wednesday when I realized that being a bad karma magnet and a scientist is an awful combination. That morning, I just knew something was up with me. I was just feeling like it's going to be a bad day. And well, oh dear Lord thought it would be cool to make my intuition right.
My experiment for that day was voltammetric analysis of ascorbic acid in Vitamin C supplement tablets. I put on my lab gown, my safety goggles, gloves and mask... and then... everything went wrong like everything just HAD to go wrong.
The instructor HAD to change the buffer solution to be prepared in hopes of obtaining better-looking data. It took me thirty minutes to recalculate the amounts needed to prepare the solutions. I almost had a mental diarrhea. That was a lot of math!
I HAD to make a mistake in preparing the solution by diluting it three drops too much. I HAD to prepare that solution again. The Weighing Room supervisor HAD to see me wiping the analytical balance with tissue paper and think I was doing something wrong with it. He then decided to stand next to me while weighing all the solids, making myself much more careful and so much slower as if I was experiencing arm cramps. When the solutions were finally prepared and set up for analysis, the data HAD to turn out wrong anyway. The instructor told me that I could change the parameters until it all worked perfectly as expected (the experiment is new to the curriculum so it hasn't been optimized). It took me more than two hours to finally see the correct good-looking graph for the data for the first solution. It was glorifying. Now all that was left to do was to run seven other solutions, three readings each.
The software HAD to crash after the first reading of the second solution in such a way that when I restarted the computer ten million times over, it's still screwed.
I HAD to die for ten seconds.
It was mortifying. I felt like the earth was collapsing underneath my feet and that the fire that was burning inside my head, of temper and fury, was going to be one with hell. I felt the veins in my forehead growing. I tasted poison in my mouth. I felt my soul slowly shrinking. My heart dropped on the floor. I even accidentally stamped on it.
The instructor came in and restarted the equipment. The software magically started up saying it's okay.
The data I subsequently obtained were all screwed up, nevertheless. Obviously, something wrong went down, and something needed to be done to reverse it and to put it back to the state it was in when it was working, but I couldn't do anything. I just had to accept my fate. I finished at 2:30 pm (My lab starts at 7 am and ends at 11:30 am). I skipped lunch and my World Literature class.
DAY 2: New experiment. It's like Oliver's Misadventures Part 2. I had to spill the crystals after I weighed them. The equipment had to crash and stop working properly. I had to break a glass filtration syringe and wound myself. I will have to pay for that glassware I just broke. I will have to always crave for Band-Aids. . .
I have to find a psychiatrist.
Times like this just really drive me up the wall. It's like every bad thing I've done in the past piled up to become such a huge dark cloud of bad karma and it had become too heavy it had to rain on me. But why did it have to be a storm in two days? It should have just showered a little day after day. I could've just tripped a little on Monday or spilled my Coke on Tuesday, and again on Wednesday and Friday.
I should be careful what I wish for.
If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong.
kudos to Murphy and his goddamn law for screwing me up.