I dislike when people have something bad happen to them and their immediate response is something about how “it couldn’t have happened at a worse time.” I feel like that is a surefire way to feel bad for yourself.
Even if the event is unfortunate and unwanted, the truth is that there’s no such thing as a “good time” for something to split down or go awry.
Maybe this week was a bad time to be late to work, but tomorrow would certainly be a bad one too – don’t get too salty about the circumstances. All the being said, I guess my motorcar broke down at the best time possible the other week, then you see, my seasoned motorcar randomly had a few dashboard lights on and didn’t want to beginning up one day. It was awful timing, as I was on my way to work already, but I dealt with the immediate hurdles and made plans to have my motorcar fixed! Luckily for me, my boyfriend is a master mechanic, and I knew he’d be able to work on the car. Luckily for him, the outdoor air temperature randomly rose about 20 degrees on the day that the new motorcar part arrived. Before, it had been a certainly chilly 30 degrees outside for several weeks. My fantastic friend and I were running the heater every day and dressing in multiple layers to get through the winter season temperatures, but when my motorcar broke down my boyfriend was certainly skeptical of laboring on it out in the cold; His fingers were so frigid that they wouldn’t even work! Thank god, by the time the new part had been shipped and arrived at our property my friend and I had a moderate front abruptly pass through the area. It jumped to 72 degrees last month, and my boyfriend finished laboring on my motorcar in record time.