-woke up in a dog-poo covered bed.
-spilled moderately hot coffee over my freshly-showered body.
-splashed super-mentholated foot soak in my eye.
-while whirling toward the sink to rinse my eye, bashed my head into an open cupboard door.
-had a client repeatedly grab my arm, marveling at my "guns", while asking where I work out.
Hey, it can only get better, right? RIGHT?!
Don't answer that.