Had one of those days where by about an hour in, you're already really damn sure you should've just stayed in bed and yanked the covers up over your head. It started out with my hot water crapping out on me, then I couldn't find my keys, then Evan showed up for work four hours late and looking like death warmed over. I promptly sent him home because yeah, hi, not getting sick, thank you.

So it was just me for a large portion of the day which of course meant that everyone and their imaginary friend just had to come in today. And of course nobody had any damn patience, so it only took that same damn first hour for me to get the urge to taser people. But since tasering your customers is not only bad form but also not conducive to making money, I had to refrain. Pity. Some of them could've used it.

What is it about malfunctioning technology that reduces otherwise perfectly normal and responsible adults to something along the level of poo-flinging monkeys? Seriously, people, I know it feels like it but the world will not end if it takes me a day to get to fixing your virus-ridden piece of shit computer.

Screw this, I'm getting drunk.