SPIT So Pissed Its Thursday.

Not a good day so far. Z's bus came a few mins early this AM, so I left right afterwards. I was excited to get to work a little early, but the traffic gods were against me. I hear on the radio that there are several accidents on my normal route. I decide to take a back way. Well, it's going pretty well and then STOP. And wait. And wait. And wait til I'm about to give freakin' birth in my car!! I counted SIX accidents on my "back way" route. SIX. Long story short, I got to work an hour and a half later. So I decide to stop and get a warm breakfast. Something artery hating and whatnot. I get to the drive thru and the girl is R U D E. I take my breakfast and get back on the highway. Once I pull into the parking deck at work, some girl is running across the parking lot and doesn't see me. I don't see her because she's between cars. She sees me first, stops and jumps back. I'm only going like 10 mph, but I still slam on my brakes. I don't make a face, any guestures, etc. I just look at her, all non-committal. She glares at me, flips me off, and then takes off again. W T F ?!?! So I sorta laugh, because at this point I'm just effin irritated that I am late for work and have used up so much gas, but hey... at least I have a warm egg/cheese/sausage biscuit waiting for me. I get inside the elevator with a few people who were in the same terrible traffic I was and get to my office and sit down at my desk. I open my bag of breffas and what's in it? NOT MY BISCUIT. I got biscuits and gravy. NOT. WHAT. I. WANTED. DAMMIT. So I am still trying to choke them down because I'm STARVING and this alien behbeh inside of me won't. stop. kicking. Maybe the breffas is choking it's arteries too.