I woke with a headache, and everything following suffered as a result. My workout was half-hearted at best, and my morning bloodwork appointment was delayed. The tech hit my vein but accidentally pushed through, causing a twinge of pain to shoot through my arm. The line for the bathroom to donate my urine sample was four deep, and I was thoroughly disgusted with everything and everyone.
I finally found another bathroom in the building and just barely filled the cup enough, even after chugging a glass of water before my appointment. Finally, I was out of there, and on my way to work, hoping for things to improve. The ride was actually smooth, and without incident, so my spirits were improving. Unfortunately, some jackass parked in the middle of our shared driveway, and my mood darkened once again. The driver was nowhere in sight, so I blocked him in and headed inside.
After starting my computer, I heard several beeps of a horn, and an evil grin crossed my face as I looked out the window. The offender was now nearly as pissed as I was, but he needed a little more. His head was moving around as if looking for the owner of the blocking vehicle. With my face pressed against the window laughing hysterically, it didn't take him long to see me and figure it all out. He started to get out of his vehicle as I opened the door and yelled, "Get back in your car, or I call the cops!"
He stared at me for a moment before returning to his car. Just before his door closed, I added, "And don't ever park here again, or you will be towed!" I then made my way to my car and backed up just enough for him to squeeze by. He roared down the street, and as I continued my evil giggle.
After pulling into the lot, I parked and went back inside to eat my hard-boiled eggs and banana. I started with the eggs and found that peeling them was impossible, so I threw them away in a rage. The banana was too green for my liking, so I set it aside and headed for the 7-11 about a block away.
Inside I said hello to Jose, the regular morning clerk, and headed for the donuts. After settling for glazed, since there were no chocolates left, I paid and headed back to work. The extreme disappointment on my face must have been clearly evident to the pretty young lady that was heading my direction. I was about to drop them in the trash can when she spoke. "Don't waste them, you may want them later, once your mood improves."
I stared at her, as the bag dangled, considering her forecast that my mood would improve. She smiled as I pondered it some more, then added, "Yes, I'm sure your mood will improve."