Wrong Side of the Bed

The phrase wrong side of the bed is an interesting phrase. In my wondering of how that phrase ever came to existence I found:

The Romans thought the left side to be the "evil one." A citizen entered a friend's home with his right foot forward. Some wealthy families even hired a "footman" to insure proper entry of all guests. The English word sinister (meaning wicked or evil) is derived from the Latin word meaning "left side."

Well...today I felt like an evil one. I simply was not in the mood. I did not want to work. I did not want to train anyone. I am not sure what I wanted to do but work and train was not a part of it.

Then in the middle of training, I found that one of my accountants disk drive isn't working so I could not load a program. I want to slap him silly. How in the world did you break this? It is only a year old.

Of course, he gave the exaggerated loud sounds of frustration at the disk drive not working. But I think he fully knew it. I was a little unhappy with him to say the least. I have no way to determine if it was valid or not but unhappy I still was.

Yet, today I could tell that all of us were tired...training is exhausting. We all wanted to stop talking and go home...so by three we called it a day.

Still I had many things to do and the headache was building...so I took a show and a small rest. Then back to work....lovely adorable work.

I guess this was just one of those unpleasant days. Nothing really horrible or worth truly complaining about...simply the wrong side of the bed.