who ? nitin anand and mercy kershaw when ? wednesday afternoon, 11th january where ? the clinic what ? nitin's having a terrible day status ? active
It wasn't Friday the 13th. Nitin knew this for multiple reasons, one of which was that he could probably name what any day in the calendar was. Nonetheless, he had checked three times already if perhaps he might be wrong and it was. Nitin wasn't even superstitious, yet by the fifth thing that day that had gone wrong, he had had to wonder. Someone at lunch had even had the audacity to say that perhaps he was cursed, which Nitin definitely wasn't. Unless that was a superpower. Could cursing people be a superpower? He rather not find out. Still, Nitin supposed it could've accounted for all of his bad luck that day.
As he burnt his lower lip with coffee, Nitin did wonder if maybe he should've just stayed in bed. Not that that had been an option, not when the upstairs neighbours had flooded his kitchen that morning. And that had only been the start. On his way to work Nitin had gotten a flat, which in turn had made him twenty-five minutes late for work and thus all of his appointments and planned activities today were running twenty-five minutes late. He did reason that it could've been worse, but it was still annoying. And then one of the tests he was running had exploded, and there had been a minor fire, and... something else which Nitin missed completely in his list of self-pity because he moved to turn off a beeping timer and effectively spilled his already scolding hot coffee all over his fingers.
"Fuck," he swore reaching for a paper towel and sloshing more coffee everywhere. Setting the mug down, Nitin sighed dramatically. "If I have been cursed, I'm going to be so annoyed," Nitin muttered mostly to himself, not realising that anyone else was even there to witness his less-than-glamorous breakdown.