Feast of Fools

D'you ever have those days where you just wish someone would come up to you and say something foully sexist or racist or something, so you could punch them with a clean conscience? >.<

I switched on my car this morning and it made a sound like a Porsche. Unfortunately, since I wasn't dreaming and have a Ford Ka, this effectively means that the exhaust has fallen off.

Results of this: I had to walk to the surgery and back in the muggy heat to do their filing, which wasted a significant proportion of my day. Then I had to pack up all the stuff that got paid for while I was in Oxf really fucking quickly. Then I went to catch the bus to Hoddesdon to post them in aforesaid muggy heat, but because our local bus company is el privatised crap-heap, the first bus never came and the second one deposited me at post office ten minutes before closing time, where the lovely post office people (understandably) gave me and my carrier bag full of complicated international parcels the evils. And then I walked all the way home (have I mentioned the muggy heat?) because I couldn't face waiting for *another* bus. Oh, and speaking of buses, since all this took up the whole of today's business hours at the average garage, I get to take the @%$(*&%$ing bus to Oxf tomorrow, which entails leaving at godknowso'clock in the morning.

In other news, it is now quarter past eight and my day's actual constructive work equals zero. I'm really tired because I've walked about five miles in 28 degree heat and unsuitable shoes. And I'm wearing a stupid white blouse because all my other surgery-suitable clothes are in the wash and I feel like I look like I work in a chemist's. Oh, and incidentally, this morning when I woke up and staggered out of my room in semiconscious fashion the burglar alarm went off in my ear, because I've been away from home so much recently that my father had forgotten I was there. *snickers* I'm still laughing about that one.

*sighs* Sadly, everyone I usually whinge at is also having a bad day for perfectly legitimate reasons, so for reasons of guilt I have to inflict my crabbiness on the Internet instead. By the time you've read this I shall be perfectly happy again, I don't allow my moods to last very long. The Management would like to apologise for the inconvenience and will return you to normal programming shortly. ^_^