Have you ever woken up one ordinary morning and thought

'Why the fuck am I working at a job I detest?' Or 'What the hell am I doing?'

You would think after nearly twenty three years on this planet I have some sort of clue but I really am nowhere nearer than a chimpanzee discovering the cure to cancer.

You can just tell in those first few minutes when you wake up and have that dreaded glance towards the bright green numbers on the alarm clock which informs you that you have once again not heard the annoying beep and is currently running half an hour late.

That this is going to be a bad day.

Not good when you're on probation.

Even when it's no fault of your own but the bitch that is fucking anything with a tie.

With no time for even a quick shower or a much needed black coffee I quickly with a speed that would impress superman use the bathroom for a human minute and a wash.

Deciding that since I can just tell that this is going to be a shitty day to not make much of an effort by only applying mascara, foundation and rose tinted lip-gloss. I brush my thick dark brown hair into a high ponytail and put my plain comfortable suit on that I especially reserve for these sought of days. This consists of a black blazer over a bold blue shirt, black pants which went straight down and leather black ballet shoes. Not so sexy.

It's not like I am trying to impress anyone.

How the fuck did I know that I would meet my future husband on this shitty day?

This is my 1st story (!) very nervous!

What u think? Good or bad? Should I continue?

Sorry if my grammar or punctuation is shit!

I have a learning disability and a current broken finger