Have you ever stopped to wonder what it would feel like to have your entire world implode in around you, with you powerless to stop it?

Yeah, well, me either. But one day, I learned how that very thing felt, in the most painful way possible.

It started out like any other typical New York winter day, fresh snow on the ground, my loving husband Archie kissing me goodbye as he rushes off to work, me loading all my paperwork in the car so I can make it on time for my big interview at my new potential job.

You see today was supposed to be a huge day for me. After years and years of writing puff pieces and advice columns for crappy online publications, I finally had my shot to write for The Times.

This was all I had ever dreamed of as a little girl growing up in Riverdale.

Ever since I was 8 years old, when little Archie Andrews proposed to me for helping tutor him so he wouldn't be left back a grade, I had this perfect image of how my life would be.

Archie and I would be highschool sweethearts, go to the same college, get married, I would get a high profile journalist position at one of the biggest publications in NYC, and we would live just outside the city with our 2.5 kids and a fluffy sheepdog.

And for the most part, I have fulfilled those dreams. Granted some of them happened a bit differently then I had planned. I harbored my crush on Archie without him even taking notice of me until the summer after our senior year when Veronica dumped him for Reggie Mantle. And even though we were going to college in different states, we managed to stay together and both graduate early and get married all before we were 25 years old.

And we did buy a beautiful house just outside the city, in a little suburb that reminded me of the street we grew up on in Riverdale.

Unfortunately we had yet to fill the house with those 2.5 kids yet as Arch wanted us to be more established in our careers first. He was already a very successful studio musician for some of the biggest acts in the city and was looking for his big break to stardom.

And once I ace this interview and land this job, we can finally get started on having those adorable children I have always dreamed of.

But sadly that's when my wonderful day morphed into something from the pits of hell.

First off, not 10 minutes after grabbing my morning coffee, while listening to the ramblings of my well meaning control freak of a mother on how to properly interview for this position, my car decided it was time to die. And it did not want to die in the hustle and bustle of the city, no, no, no. It had to die in the peaceful, snow banked countryside nearly 20 miles from town or a mechanic.

"No, no, no, please not today! Dammit!" I cried.

"Elizabeth, language!" Alice Cooper shrieked in my ear before lowering her tone and continuing, "That is not how a proper lady speaks. Now what is going on?"

"Sorry Mom," I mumbled, desperately trying to restart my car. "My car just cut out on me and I really need to make it to the city, I will call you after I get today sorted out, I love you. Bye Mom."

Before she could even reply, I hung up on her. I was lucky enough to have AAA in my contacts, and managed to get a tow truck dispatched, but then I had to wait 45 minutes for it to arrive.

I called my potential bosses to let them know I would be late, and they told me not worry about coming in at this time.

Apparently there had been a fire in the company break room and everyone on that floor was to work from home for the next two weeks pending an investigation and repairs to the building.

We set up a new interview for 3 weeks from today I hung up and ordered an Uber back home.

As I got inside my ride, I realized I had forgotten something vital. I had neglected to charge my cell the previous night. And how, might you ask did I realize this?

You guessed it, as I was calling my husband's cell phone to let him know how my "wonderful" day was going before his morning session, my phone died as well.

So here I am, stuck in the back of a strangers car, listening to the most ungodly awful music known to man, and just praying I make it home before the sky begins to fall.

Little did I realize the sky had already crumbled around me, I just had neglected to notice the pieces collecting at my feet.