Something in the air

Started out feeling good, looking great and ready to face the day; got in the car and the gas light dinged and me, so I had to make a quick stop for an expensive splash, which left no time for Starbucks because I still had to pick up donuts for the staff meeting – got a little nauseated smelling them cooking as I was waiting for the woman to pack up 3 dozen mixed – I think I must have confused her so early in the morning when she asked what I wanted and I said, “you decide.”

Then some asshole in a delivery truck, the kind that seems like the whole front of the cab is nothing but windshield, decided he wasn’t going to let me merge onto the highway. I was running out of lane pretty quickly, going all of 5 miles per hour, got ahead of him and could have squeezed in but thought for certain he’d back off – he didn’t. So I took it.

I looked in my mirror and there he was, big old creepy fat fuck all perched up in the cab, legs spread so wide I don’t know how he reached the peddles, belly between his legs resting on the seat with a nasty scowl on his face that clearly said BITCH. I reached for a donut, fully prepared to wing a cream filled at his ugly face, but sadly I’d put them in the back.

Two minutes later and I’ve got a different guy on my ass. He whips around to my left and pulls up beside me and drives window-to-window for about a quarter mile, before I finally looked over and he wags his tongue at me. Good god, where the hell are those donuts!!! I shook my head and sped up enough to change lanes and put two cars between us, and then here he comes on the other side and proceeds to do the same thing. Fucking FREAK!

The day got progressively worse – people sharing their own stories of their rides into work, office filled with people who normally aren’t there, everybody crazy busy, bitching about this, pouting about that, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah….and to top it off the post office lost the light-up Lego dinosaur shipped from a seller on ebay that I bid and paid WAY too much for! Told me they didn’t know where it was or what needed to be done to find it, but they’d get back with me when they figured it out! Un-fucking-believable…

Calling it a day, knowing already tomorrow will be better…it’s Friday!

~ by Jill on April 10, 2008.