Not my day.

I was already blue for no comprehensible reason. Then I got a call from a mentor stating that she did not fully agree with my assessment of my student's readiness to be cast for the Pie Jesu solo in our upcoming performance of the Faure Requiem. A few minutes later, I was making dinner and burnt my finger on the skillet. Then, I went to watch the TV program I had taped while I was busy talking on the phone and burning myself and found that the tape would neither rewind, fastforward nor play. All in less than an hour. So, not my day. Or at least, not my hour.