Celeste woke up with a slight headache, which immediately made her think that it was not going to be a good day. But she pushed the thought aside and forced herself to find a positive idea. Life was too short to make far reaching judgments based on one particular thing. How did she know the day was going to be a bummer, based on a headache? Someone had told her that if she held her nose and blew air into her brain, gently, like a blowfish, you could stop a headache. Sometimes your brain is just starved for oxygen. She decided to try it, she blew for a few seconds, stopped for a bit, and blew again. Well, what do you know, she thought to herself, it works. This made her feel so good, she started to hum a tune. She took her shower, and chose a lovely royal blue dress to wear. She had her hair styled over the weekend, and it still looked great three days later. Single strand of pearls with matching earrings, and she was set to go. She tried hard to dress the part of a young, aspiring advertising executive. Her meeting with the company that was considering her work for an account, was at 10:00 a.m., she wanted to get there just a little early, not enough to appear anxious, but just politely early.

She arrived in the parking lot with twenty minutes to spare. She found a parking spot, but noticed that the cars on both sides of her car, had hogged more than the necessary space, so the spot was tight for her car, maybe that was the idea, don’t park here, we want all the space. She didn’t get the message, she opened her door to get out and her door hit the car next to her, oh crap, she thought, as she squeezed out of her car, and closed her door, she saw that the car next to hers had a nice little dent in its door on the passenger door. The next thing that she realized was that the car was a Mercedes. Dagnabit, why not a Ford or something a little less expensive? Her mother had taught her that honesty was good, so she wrote the car’s owner a note and tucked it under the windshield wiper. It still could be a good day, she thought, what the heck. She walked quickly to the front doors of the office building, went through them, and took the elevator to the eighth floor.