I can't talk much about it, since it is work related, but today was one of those tragically terrible days. It started out well, but then I got a call, and it was bad news. And then every subsequent call I made after that just made things worse and worse. Towards the end, I was just too afraid to pick up the phone. Sadly, I can't talk about it, but maybe this dramatization will help: ... The Vet: I'm sorry, your dog died. The Fire Department: Because the entire block burned down. The Landlord: Including your house. The Fire Inspector: Started by your other dog, who electrocuted himself chewing power chords. The Hotel: And your credit card is no good. The Bank: Because you have no money. The Police: Since your identity was stolen. The Credit Card Company: And you owe us $10,000. The Mortitian: So we threw away both of your dead dogs. etc.