It was Friday morning. Apparently, the beginning of a fantastic, bright and delightful weekend..., but everything went wrong that day. First, when I tried to start my car, I realised that it had a flat tyre, so I had to walk to work. When I got there, my boss had something to tell me: I got a reduction on my salary because I had been on strike the previous year. It was very disappointing. I was angry for the rest of the morning. When I came back, my wife and my son had a bad cold. That was all that I needed. It was such an awful day that I'd rather not to think about it.