Disclaimer: Roses are red, Violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue. (I don't even own the disclaimer!)

Rating: K (that means that there is no cursing, or content that could be bad. If you don't like it, then why are you reading it? I'm not forcing you to read my story.)

Spoilers: Random things from different episodes. Mentions Orlin and other random stuff.

Authors Note: Janet is still alive, Jack is still a Colonel and in command of SG-1, Sam is still a Major, Pete is still an idiot cop in Denver who's never met Sam, and General Hammond is still in charge. Basically, before the writers and Sci-fi messed everything up.

Summary: Sam's having a bad day, so she starts making a checklist of all the bad things that could happen, and starts to check them off.

Checklist for a bad morning:

Your alarm clock broke during the night, causing you to wake up fifteen minutes late. Check

You decide you have enough time to take a shower, but when you jump in, you quickly realize that you water heater had broken as well. This would not be such a bad thing if it were summer, but unfortunately for you it is the dead of winter. Check

You come out of the coldest and fastest shower of your life to find that you forgot to replace the hair dryer that Orlin used to build his stargate. Check

You look at your watch to find out that your clock is five minutes slow, so now you're even later than you were a second ago. Check

You skip breakfast, despite the protest from your stomach, and jump in your car, only to realize that it, too, is broken. Glancing at your watch, you realize that you have a very important briefing in thirty minutes, and if all goes well, you'll get there with seconds to spare. Check

In a blind panic, you jump on your motorcycle to race to work, not realizing that the tank is almost on empty. Check

You get three quarters of the way there when your motorcycle stops. You look down and realize that, yes, you are out of gas. You check the storage compartments for gas, and realize that Orlin used the gas for his little stargate. What he used the gas for, well, only the Ancients know. You look up and realize that the rest of the way is uphill. Check

You trudge up the hills, cursing everything under God's green Earth, and off of God's green Earth, in every language that you know. Daniel would be proud. Check

You're almost there and you pray that you have one bit of good luck that Colonel O'Neill doesn't come up the road. You would never hear the end of it then. As your day had been going, precisely at that moment, one very arrogant and annoying, and okay, very, very lovable and cute Colonel Jack O'Neill pulls up beside you. He offers you a ride up to work, and before you could even think about refusing, the dreary grey skies open up and it starts to snow. Check

Now freezing, wet, and utterly miserable, you put your bike in the back, and climb in. As you head up the road, Colonel O'Neill casually tells you that your very important meeting has been postponed until further notice. You don't know whether to laugh or cry. You opt for a strangled laugh cry, and get strange looks from your CO for the rest of the car ride. Check

If you check one or more of these, you have had a bad morning.

Oh yeah, Sam Carter had one really bad morning.

What did you think? Should I continue? If you think that I should continue with Sam's afternoon, then please, give me some ideas. I'm at a writers block to end all writers' blocks. Please leave a review, but don't flame please. I can handle constructive criticism, but if you don't like my story and what I put in it, then just don't review. Anywho, I do believe that I'm going to go find something to hide behind, just in case someone decides to throw rotten internet vegetables. Tootles!