One of my yoga teachers says things that happen have no traction if you don’t give them a story. Boys and girls, today was all about ‘things that happen’ and as much as I didn’t want to give them a story, some days, you need to succumb to the story…

It all started yesterday. If you recall, I decided (as part of my October Journal Challenge) to do one thing for myself and that thing was to go to Sephora. I had a negative experience my first outing (I was completely ignored) and wanted to give it a second shot. I was in need of something specific makeup wise, and where better to go? With my idea in mind, I went to a different location, confidence in hand. I was prepared to ask for help, because I really wanted what I was looking for (I don’t even know if they carry what I am looking for).

I arrived at 10:57am. The store is big. It isn’t very busy, a few customers, several employees, with headsets, all dressed in black. No one greeted me when I entered, which, as I later overheard, was not the norm (but maybe they didn’t see me enter). 11:05am, I’d wandered the first 1/3 of the store. Still no one had said anything to me.

I was looking for eyeshadow, so it isn’t hard to pick out the palettes among the racks and racks of foundation. I could eliminate one whole wall as it was hair care. 11:10am, I approach someone and try to say something – they breezed past me. I’ve now walked the store. I start the store over again. By 11:17am, I picked out one small palette that while not exactly what I was looking for, was still nice and had some sparkle. I like sparkle.

Deciding to head to Torrid after that less than stellar experience, I knew I’d at least get greeted! And I was right. I got darn near harassed. There was no one else in the store – just me and two clerks and nothing I loved so much I had to have. I left the clothing store empty handed.

BUT. I passed a chain taco store I like and I – in that moment – decided to get lunch before my appointment. Beef taco and loaded mexi-fries. THAT was my happiest moment of the day. Those chain store mexi-fries were all the consolation prize I needed.

The day went a little wrong after that. For the THIRD TIME I showed up to my appointment¹, only to find out they had DROPPED IT AGAIN from their schedule (or rebooked it, the nurse wasn’t sure), but failed to let ME know. But this time, I refused to leave and made them give me my infusion anyway. She had time in her day, but figured head office didn’t want to overwhelm her day with having three chairs active.

I wasn’t rude, but I was beyond frustrated. This is the same company that has instituted a $50 fee for ‘no-showing’ appointments or for changing them within 24 hours of your scheduled time. They also didn’t think to inform clients of this new fee.

The appointment took considerably longer than it usually does but it is done for another month and I am thankful. Oh! I just realized she also didn’t give me my next appointment date (Face Palm) – it is fine though, I decided today, as much as I love the usual nurse, after all the problems I have had this year, I am done and I am moving to a new clinic. My care coordinator was asking me a couple weeks ago about moving clinics, I think it is time…

I really try to be positive most of the time. And I like the idea of not giving bad happenings stories, but sometimes, you just need to give in to The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

1. For those who don’t know, I have rheumatoid arthritis and I go monthly for an infusion of Simponi Aria. ↩︎