Attack of the Bitchy Snark 2

[silverthorne]

This is going to be either a very good day, or a very bad day. I can tell these things by three signs.

1) I almost got broadsided by a produce truck on the way to work. Guy decided to run a red light, even though it had changed over when he was still several yards away from the intersection. He was doing about 60 MPH. If I wasn't in the habit of waiting for the mass of cars in the opposing lanes to slow down and stop, the guy would have creamed my ass but good, and I would likely be *in* the hospital right now instead of working at it.

Good news is that I hit my brakes and he roared on by. What gets me is that he hit his brakes *in* the intersection--slowing his truck down just enough to look out at me and give me a 'What-the-Fuck?!' look, as if me pulling forward was not supposed to happen. Newsflash, dipshit--*you* had the red light at that point. I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.


2) I came in to two pallets that arrived after I left yesterday. The company they come from I've talked to several times about *when* the stuff needs to be here...which means I'll have to talk to them again today...joy.

3) Friend is still here, and has taken up residence on one of the couch corners. I don't think she moves much at all during the day--in fact the only reason I know she moves at all is because she's not in her spot when I get up to go to work. No word of when she's going home. And we busted our bank account to get food into the house that she'll actually *eat*. That means today that I have to go convert some of my paid-time-off hours into 'cash' today so that we can make the bills.

I'm glad though that I'm off the sweets for the most part. Mate got some pop-tarts for herself, and friend was already breaking into them when I went to bed last night. Mate won't like that--she's extremely protective of 'her' food. Especially treats...

All this stuff with the food also means that the plans I had to go visit my family for the first time in about 4 years are now crashed--no way will I be able to make up either the paid hours so I actually can get them off and still help to pay the bills while I'm gone, or the extra money so I have some to spend while I'm there (and therefor not mooching off my family). Crap.

I think I'm going to go postal...

I'm just hoping starting out the day this crappy means it will get uncrappy pretty fast...because the other choice is usually having a day that only gets crappier as it goes...