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How to Tell If You're Having a Bad Day
by Mad Dog


Just think, if this catches on it could put astrologers out of work. See, there’s a bright side to everything.
A Welsh psychiatrist has declared that January 24th is the “most depressing day of the year.” That’s easy for him to say, he doesn’t have an April 15th tax filing deadline. The reason he says the 24th is the day isn’t because we’re facing the reality of four more years with George Bush as president. Nor is it because this year the Superbowl was pushed back to February 6th and we’ve already polished off the Cheetos, Little Debbies, Slim Jims, and Bud Lites we bought for the occasion. No, according to Dr. Cliff Arnall of the University of Cardiff it’s about mathematics, and his calculations prove that January 24th is the most depressing day of every year. Put that in your PDA and smoke it.

   By the way, you read that right, Dr. Arnall actually calculated this. Tired of trying to figure out why the Welsh language looks like a two-year-old’s first Scrabble game, he sat down and came up with a mathematical formula that takes all the guess work out of wondering if you’re going to have a bad day or not. Just think, if this catches on it could put astrologers out of work. See, there’s a bright side to everything.

   His equation takes into consideration the weather, your debt load, your monthly salary, the time elapsed since Christmas, the length of time since you last failed to quit a bad habit, your motivational level, and your need to take action. Strangely it doesn’t factor in whether you’ve had sex lately, the daily stress factor over the status of Jennifer and Brad’s relationship, or the number of sun spots, either the solar kind or the ones you think are developing on the backs of your hands.


I don’t want to have my bad days predicted. That’s why I ignore my horoscope in the newspaper, don’t pay attention to the fortune in my cookies — unless I like it when I add “in bed” to it, and didn’t listen to my high school guidance counselor when she told me I was best suited to be a bank robber. 
   There’s no explanation of how he determines these factors for all of us at once and why we don’t all have different worst days. I guess it means he knows everything there is to know about us. And to think, all this time I thought only Santa Claus and the FBI knew all that. The fact that this year January 24th falls on a Monday only adds to its depressing capabilities, though Arnall doesn’t include that in his formula. Apparently he’s not a fan of the Boomtown Rats. And doesn’t mind getting up to go to work after a nice weekend off.

   I’m not sure why researchers like Arnall and magazines like Time are so hell bent on quantifying things like this. Recently Time ran a cover story on happiness which talked about researchers who are trying to find chemical and genetic factors that affect our innate happiness. Not long ago the magazine ran an article about the possibility of a “god gene.” Cut it out, already! We’re humans — we’re complex, we’re unpredictable, and we can’t be deconstructed to a particular combination of chemicals. A mathematical formula, maybe.

   Personally, I don’t want to have my bad days predicted. That’s why I ignore my horoscope in the newspaper, don’t pay attention to the fortune in my cookies — unless I like it when I add “in bed” to it, and didn’t listen to my high school guidance counselor when she told me I was best suited to be a bank robber. Bad days happen. And I have no trouble identifying them without having a self-prophesizing advance warning.


If you’re the winner of the first Survivor and the I.R.S. calls to let you know — whoops! — you forgot to declare your highly publicized $1million winnings, then it’s definitely a bad day.
   There are definite signs that you’re having a bad day, and they’re not algebraic. Unless of course this is the day of your algebra midterm, in which case it’s definitely a factor. If you’re a construction worker in Colorado named Patrick Lawler and you go to the dentist complaining of a toothache and wind up having doctors remove a four-inch nail that you didn’t know was in your head, you’re having a bad day. If you then find out the medical bills to remove it total a whopping $100,000 and you have no medical insurance, it’s a safe bet you’re having a really bad day.

   If you’re a syndicated columnist with a talk show like Armstrong Williams and you’re caught taking $240,000 from the Department of Education to promote President Bush’s No Child Left Behind law and you lose your column because of it, you’re having a bad day. If you’re a Palo Alto, CA eighth-grader who goes to a school career day and learns you can make $250,000 a year as a stripper or exotic dancer, but you’re a boy, then you’re having a bad day. If you’re the winner of the first Survivor and the I.R.S. calls to let you know — whoops! — you forgot to declare your highly publicized $1million winnings, then it’s definitely a bad day.

   If the airlines decide to allow cell phone calls to be made on airplanes, if someone hits the lottery using the set of numbers you’ve played every week for the past five years except this one, or if you get a voicemail message from your doctor’s office asking if your will is up to date, you can bet it’s a bad day. Most of all, if you start believing a mathematical formula can predict what your day will be like, you’re definitely having a bad day. But don’t worry, hopefully you’ll get over it by tomorrow.

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