It is barely into my workday, and I am already of the mindset that fucking with me today is the wrong life choice. Today is not that day. I had already said “I hate people” before I was gone from the house ten minutes.

My normal route to work was blocked halfway between streets by a cop SUV far enough down that I had already made the turn down the extremely narrow street before I saw the motherfucker.

So I backtracked to a street with a light on Broad, and waited. The light took forever and traffic my direction was heavy, so I pushed my way in between two cars whose drivers don’t understand that the green light has the right of way and if you can’t get through an intersection while the light is green, don’t fucking enter the intersection.

Two cars decided to drive up in the turn lane so they were farther ahead in line and merge in that way. The woman two cars ahead of me let four cars coming out of parking lots into the stream of traffic, thus slowing everyone down more.

Some jackhole on one of the apps doesn’t understand internet dating apps or how to read and was an absolute asshole to me.

I am the only person in the office right now. Boss is in Cincinnati at a site visit. Other two are at our warehouse, dealing with salvage titles. We have a team meeting at 10 (the other two will be back in time) that we have our conference room reserved for, but another department has a big meeting that they need our conference room for because of the number of people. The only good thing coming out of that is that we get to use their small, private, dedicated situation room for our team meeting.

Yeah. I am now 53 minutes into my workday, and this is how it’s going.