The Gods Conspire Against Me

It's morning. I've been up since 6 am. I shouldn't even be here anymore. Here's the thing. My keys, they are in my car. Without me. And the doors are locked. I seem to get stupider with each passing day. I can't afford emergency lock service. This means I must wait around until someone manages to get here and free my keys/let me in. I am missing work. This makes the key rescue even less affordable.

Is someone trying to tell me something? I have had continuous troubles making it to this photographic job since I took it. I have gotten lost (and badly) twice, been sent to the wrong area once, and now this. That is 4 incidents in 6 days or more than half the time. Is this job wrong for me then? The stress I have felt since I took it is off the scale, due mostly to these fuckups. I'm thinking they are going to start to think I am just a slacker since seriously, who has this kind of continual bad luck? Then I tell myself "who cares". Because really, it's not the end of the world, I'll live to see another day, and it's not worth raising my blood pressure over.

I'll be happy to have those damn keys in my hand again though.