In the last 4-5 years, I rarely have a bad day. To be honest, a bad day for me really isn't all that bad. It's more like; kind-a-sort-a-not-so-good. Maybe it was the storm system. Maybe solar flares. Maybe it was the multitudes of antihistamines. Maybe it was my attitude.
I woke up about 7, and started in on my tests and assignments I had to do. By the time I had to go to work, I thought I was near were I needed to be done. Then, at work, I encountered the most rude and condescending customer so far. She wanted me to know which soccer shinguards were 'comfortable'.
"How can you not know?"
"I have a master's degree in Education. This shouldn't be this difficult."
"What do you mean, you don't know which one is easiest to put on fast?"
This is a person for whom the C word was made! So, Miss C, whomever you are, if I ever meet you on the street, you'll be arrested shortly thereafter. I'll make sure you assault me. I can be the most annoying person on earth. Oh, wait. You are. Nevermind.
When I got home, even after getting off work early, I still didn't finish my stuff in time. Even after six hours straight. All I can hope is that the teacher has mercy on my grade.
There are days when I understand how and why people could get on crack or meth.
Especially after a B*T*H, C**T, WH*R* of a customer like that.