Le pire jour de ma vie en anglais

I have never had a worst day ever. I had, as everybody else bad days, with ups and downs, for example, when you are late, when you miss the train, when your boss yells at your, and when you fail a meeting or a presentation. But thinking about it, the worst day looks more like an unexpected day, where I was not able to make my own choices. Even five years later and I still have not got over this sad day. Sometimes I wonder what it could have happened if I would have taken the right decisions. I explain to you. After being graduated from college, the company where I spent my internship decided to hire me for 5 years. It was my dream job, I was thrilled and I could not contain my emotions. It was weird because I was laughing and crying at the same, but I could not control myself, I did not even recognised myself. As I spent 3 years as an intern in this company I knew it more than anyone who were working there, even the CEO did not know the entire building, and the whole workers. As I was used to this firm, my boss, for the first day as an official worker decided to give me a mission out of town. I did not hesitate one second, I knew that I had to accomplish this mission to prove my capabilities and my skills. At this moment nothing else was more important no matter what happened. I decided to put my career first over family and friends. I was living for this job, to reach my goals, I was ready to make sacrifices. For this first day I had to travel 500 miles away. This day that I thought the best day ever will go into a nightmare. Indeed when I just get there, I received many missing calls from my father. When I called him back, because I was worried, he told me that my grandfather had an intern bleeding and he was in the O-R. My parents were waiting the doctors. When I heard my father’s voice, I knew that it was almost the end, even if we cannot predict it. Few minutes after, still at the phone with my father, I heard the surgeons telling to my parents, that they could not do anything that he was not stable, and they were waiting for him to wake or to pass away. At this precise moment I did not feel my tears flowing in my cheeks. And as I was far away from home, I would not be able to see him unless I got out of work and left asap.

Then I directly called my supervisor who told me they can not let me out of training, because the general orders say that the only reason you can miss is if you are at the hospital in a critical state, or there a death in your family. Since he had not died and was only in the hospital, I could not miss the mission. So I got heated and I decided to quit, but it was too late, because when I arrived at the hospital my grandfather passed away. And in the waiting room it hit me what a huge mistake I made.

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