My attitude needs some serious adjusting to day. I’ve been grumpy ever since some bitch in a blue van decided to suck my tailpipe all the way into town. Thisclose she was, I swear! God, that just annoys me so, so, so much! I really can’t go much faster than 80 mph, since I do have someone in front of me, lady! Honest! Go around! Bitch! Oh, sure, I hear you all saying I should’ve pulled over to let her by, but, really, why should I? I’m going 80mph, already well over the speed limit! It’s not like I’m putt, putt, putting along at 55, seriously holding people up. Why should I be inconvenienced just because her ass is on fire, or some such shit? Bitch just needed a chill pill, honest to Mike!

So, then I get to work, and have to deal with a couple projects that quickly become a pain in my recently-tailgated ass, and I can’t seem to get the damn things done right. One thing I was trying to get information on, I just couldn’t. Now, I know that that probably means there is no information to be found, but it still bugs me. If I’m looking for something, by God, I want it to bloody be there! The other thing wasn’t as bad - at least not yet. I’ll know by next Tuesday if I did that right, or screwed it up. How was I to know I needed a fax cover sheet to send that stupid thing? I fax like twice a year, gimme a break! I long for those quiet days of data entry!

And, as soon as they come, I’m sure I’ll be bitching about being bored! Can’t win with me, no siree! Anyway, day’s just gone on and on and on like that. I’m doing a run in the morning where I’m to deliver something to a business which is not at the address I was given, then I have to turn around and do another run in the afternoon. Like I have nothing better to do than run around and do stuff. Okay, I’m reaching there, I know. The runs were basically uneventful trips out of the office, and it’s just too bad it’s cloudy, cool, and windy today, or I would’ve enjoyed them more.

So, I basically have no excuse for my bad mood. It’s actually been a good day, if you look at it. The bitch in the blue van didn’t run into me and cause serious injury to either me or my car. The business I was supposed to deliver something to, but didn’t appear to exist, wasn’t in the dilapidated building in the dirty, creepy neighbourhood because of a simple typo, and they ended up just faxing the info to the person anyway (okay, that bugged me a little! Why not do that in the first place, rather than sending me into a possibly dangerous place? Brains, people! We all have them! Let’s all use them! Thank you.). The second time I went down town, not only did I find a parking space close to my destination, but it had 15 minutes of time on it.

So, it’s my problem to fix. My fault I let myself get into this stupid funk. So, if I know this, and accept responsibility for it, why can’t I get myself out of it?