TMW the alarm clock rings, and you swear and thump it and go back to sleep, and then wake up 10 minutes later in a panic and put your trousers on backwards, and curse and put them on the right way, but forget to lace up your shoes and almost fall flat on your face, and curse the universe, and run out in a mad rush for the train, and nearly give yourself a heart-attack, and, and, and ... *grumble*
(Yes, a day when nothing goes right. Or as I call them, Mondays.
P.S. Not every Monday is like that. Some Mondays, about 30-40% of things do go right. So it's not all bad)