kicking puppies is bad

Every few months I have one of those days where karma** decides to kick my ass. I don’t get it. I volunteer as a tutor, I’m working on foster care certification, I rescue puppies and I’m vegetarian. You would think that would be enough to get karma to leave me alone. And I’m fairly certain that I have other redeeming karmic qualities as well, but I’m not thinking terribly clearly at the moment.

Apparently all my karmic goodness is not enough. I have been having a terrible few days. My car’s tire blew out. My scooter seat jammed so I can’t add gas – now the tank is empty. With the car tire issue and the scooter issue I have no transportation. I went to use the car anyways (it has a spare on), and the battery had died. I lost my cell phone. I have a phone interview this afternoon, and they are supposed to call my on the missing cell phone. Normally I would just replace the phone, but that is harder than it sounds given that I have no transportation. *Sigh*

Normally I’m fairly good under pressure. I can handle it when my car tire blows. I can handle it when the battery dies. I can handle it when my scooter seat jams. I can handle it when my cell phone goes missing (even when I have a phone interview that is supposed to call me on that phone). These things happen to everyone. Do they have to happen all at once? Today is one of those days where I want to pull the covers over my head and eat gummi bears all day.

** Please note that I don’t actually believe in karma, Santa Claus, Jesus (as a deity) or the Tooth Fairy.