Crazy superstitions

Now, I wouldn't really call myself superstituous. I'm not the type of person who avoids black cats, knocks on wood or wears good luck charms. I do, however, believe that Friday the 13th can shove it ! That's right ... I HATE Friday the 13th, and I'll tell you why ...

I wake up every Friday the 13th thinking the same thing, oh no, what's going to happen to me THIS time ? Call me weird, or even superstituous, but something always happens to me on Friday the 13th, and it usually happens to be bad. I've accepted the fact that most of these things probably happen because I'm looking for them, or I'm expecting bad things to happen. For instance, one Friday the 13th, several of them actually, I've had a beloved pet pass away. Another, I got into a car accident. I've fallen down stairs, sprained ankles, had my car broken into with my stereo stolen, and even got "fired" from the only job I was ever let go from on a Friday the 13th. Needless to say, I have reason to hate these days. So maybe my attitude towards it is the reason ...

Well, this Friday the 13th I was at a horse show in Louisville, KY. (I'll talk more about that one later ...) I got so consumed in my work because I was so busy and so tired, that I lost track of time. I was supposed to get a direct deposit on monday the 9th from work, and knew I would have to eventually call and find out how much it was for. Ya know, so I could do that whole balancing the checkbook thing everybody loves. Anyways, by the time I got around to it and actually got a chance to call, it was friday afternoon. I had already spent the morning cursing my clumsy nature with the multiple times I had slammed my head into miscellaneous objects. I had also caught my arm in the bars of a stall wringing my arm so hard the bruise still hasn't gone away. I had trouble with a horse not wanting to listen to me while lunging and had soaked a pair of my jeans in the wash rack. Needless to say, it had been a pretty crummy day. I call the bank and ask, and it takes them awhile because I had told them the wrong day. Stupid me, I forgot that monday was a bank holiday, and my deposit didn't get in until tuesday. When she told me the amount, all I could say was, uh ... are you sure ? She had to repeat the number to me three times while I scratched my head and thanked her. It turns out, my deposit was about 100$ short of what it should have been. How could this be ? I call up my work place and put them on it as I start to fret. I had already sent a cheque in the mail for my phone bill prior to leaving for Kentucky, and if my entire cheque wasn't in my account, it would bounce. F*CK ! I had to call my mom and beg her to deposit money into my account, which, turns out was a lost cause as the cheque had already bounced. Somehow, my work just happened to forget to pay me for 2 overnights I worked. *scowl* Thanks guys ! It wasn't until after this whole scenario played out that I found out it was Friday the 13th. Go figure. Maybe there's more to it than just my attitude towards the stupid day ...

Call me nuts, but I think I'm cursed !