I have never given much thought or credit to the superstitions attached to Friday the 13th before.....and then today happened.

First of all, my son was on even more of a hyper drive than usual. Incessantly vociferous and moving about the house like a roadrunner on speed. It was dizzying to say the least, especially since I had a mountain of laundry to do and a very dirty house to clean while keeping an eye and ear on him at all times.

Then at 5pm, I get a call from my local modeling agency telling me that the job I had booked for next Friday has been cancelled. Fan-freakin-tastic. My first pregnancy modeling job, gone...poof! The rate was good, epecially for Portland, and the client was also a rather big name in fitness, so it was promising to be a really good booking. And needless to say, when you have a job confirmed, you start to think about the ways you are gonna spend your money....so this hurt...oh, and my husband had to completely rearrange his work week so he could have that day off to stay home with our son....yadda, yadda, yadda.

Now, had this job been cancelled anywhere else....in a REAL city....like LA, or NY, I would have gotten a cancellation fee. Cancellation fees are a minimum of half of what you would have made that day, and on many occasions the fee is the actual rate you would have made had you worked. But since this is Portland and there are so few clients to begin with, agencies just don't have the standing that it takes to demand things like cancellation fees, etc. And it sucks for my agency too since they are missing out on their percentage of my pay. We both get screwed and the client walks away scott-free...because we are in Portland. Stinks!!!! Reason # 5 I wanna move back to LA!

So then I tell my husband about this when he gets home from work, and I am crying because, hell, I am pregnant and emotional and really need the money, and he reminds me of what the date is. Hmmmmm. How very apropo. We go on to make dinner. Then I go to feed the cats and end up spilling cat food juice all over the newly scrubbed kitchen floor while, at the very same time, my husband knocks over the coffee pot full of grinds. Awesome. Needless to say, I am ready for midnight to hit and have this blasted day be over with.