Uhg… yesterday sucked. It sucked a lot. The morning wasn’t really all that bad until I got to work. I was rather excited because I knew my Mango Radio mugs would be coming in. I was pretty happy about that and I looked forward to seeing them when I got home from work.

Well, everything at work broke on me. Everything. Everything was like a fucking redo. We have to redo an entire experiment because some fucker decided to change a formulation at the last minute on something we were transferring to production. Bastard. This change was large enough that it cause quality failures left and fucking right. Then he went to a meeting and god damn lied about it. There was other shit at work, but suffice to say, it all sucked.

So, work was like a scratch and a redo.

I get a call from my husband saying my mugs had come in. I was joyful again. I don’t mind sitting about work with nothing to do, it gives me time to think and mull over things and do paperwork that no one else is willing to do but has to get done. Fan-fucking-tastic. So, my husband asks if he can open the package. He loves opening packages, so I said he could because I knew it would make him happy. About thirty seconds later I hear a shaking sound. A shaking sound that is something akin to broken ceramic.

My Shitty Blog Radio Mug was broken on arrival. God damn it.

My anti-[radio] mug was fine so I was still pleased as fucking punch. My husband says he’ll take care of it and make sure I get a new mug. He’ll just call the number on the shipping order that it says to call if something has gone wrong. Cool. He calls, they ship a new mug. Great. It was no problem at all, they even let me keep the broken bits of mug. (I’ll have a picture when I get home.)

So, my day continued to be boring and shitty. Then it came time for me to leave work. Excellent. I’ll go home and have some dinner and a glass of wine and everything will be fine. I had a Netflix movie I could watch and unwind to. Then I could listen to some WebKittyn.

So, I carpool. I get to the place where I park my car between my house and his and get in my car to come home. I look behind me, coast clear.

Wrong. Apparently there was someone sitting in my fucking blind spot. Crunch.

God damn accident.

So, sitting in the parking lot waiting for the cop to arrive, the guy and I start chatting politely. He was really easy going about the matter and told me that he had just taken out his other taillight backing into his garage. Uhg. Was it really my fault? Was he also backing up at the time and just didn’t say anything? I don’t know. he was a nice chap so I want to give him the benefit of the doubt on this one. There wasn’t a lot of damage, a cracked tail light and a bit of pain on the bumper that wiped off fine. A bit of my car got paint on it as well that will probably buff out and a slight bend in the metal around the tail light.

An hour later, when the cop arrives we give him the information and everything is taken care of in about five minutes. I get my case number and can finally leave. So I drive home through thick traffic and finally arrive at home.

I eat dinner and watch my movie. (Ewan McGregor… mmmm… yummy.) I check my email, I can’t connect to Mango Radio during WebKittyn’s show because apparently I suck. So I say fuck it all and go to bed early.

Today will be better. Or worse. I suppose it could be a downward spiral. I don’t know.

Posted by Utopia at January 26, 2006 08:28 AM

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