It began as all bad days do. You drop your coffee on yourself. You stub your toe on the leg of the kitchen table. Or just fall out of bed all together. I wish mine had just been falling out of bed. Nope. Mine started with my alarm clock not going off when it was supposed to. I woke up to being an hour late for work.

I jumped out of bed and took the fastest shower probably in human history. I stopped at the local café and got a latte to go. I made it to work before the boss realized I wasn't at my desk but that was the saving grace for me. As I was going through my emails. I saw that an article that submitted to be in the next days paper was rejected and now I have to come up with a new idea for an eye catching article for the community section. I didn't think my article on the local supermarket celebrating its 50th anniversary of being open was that bad, but my boss thought differently.

So here I am at my computer surfing the net for anything local that would make a good article. As I am doing this I reach for my coffee and miss. If you think I end up spilling it on myself you would be wrong. I ended up launching it right into the pants of my boss who happened to be walking by my desk.

"I am so sorry," I say opening a desk drawer that I keep all the extra napkins in from takeout. I hand them to him with shaking hands.

"I know that you are and accidents happen," he says with a chuckle. This was not the reaction that I was expecting. "We all have off days."

He walks away and leaves me confused. I heard that he was a strict boss when it came to writing but didn't expect him to be so nice about having coffee spilled on him. I guess because I never really had any interactions with him I didn't really know much about his personality.

I get through the rest of the day with no luck on a story for my section tomorrow. As I am leaving out the front door my skirt gets caught in the door. As I'm trying to get the door open to get my skirt out. The door flies open and I end up tumbling down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" says a familiar voice.

I look up and it is my boss staring down at me. I am so mortified that I can't even talk. He extends his hand to me and I take it. He helps me to my feet.

"I guess your having what is called a bad day," he says with a chuckle and a smile.

"You could say that, " I say with an embarrassed smile back.

"You be careful getting home. Don't want anything to happen to you. Also I'm glad I caught you. I changed my mind about the article you submitted. It will be in the community section of the paper tomorrow. So, you don't have to worry about pulling an all-nighter for an article. You take care and see you tomorrow," he says walking away and waving at me.

"Thank you," I say waving back at him.

I get back home and make dinner. At that moment an idea of a story hits me light a lightning bolt. I go to my computer and type up the article. Once done I send it to my editor. I get a positive response back. What is my article about you ask. It's about having a bad day.