Isn’t it amazing how traffic can
RUIN
your morning, and perhaps your afternoon and quite possible the entire rest of the day depending on how long it takes for this FREAK’IN headache to go away.
There was no reason for it today. There were no accidents, there was nothing to see, not even a cop with someone pulled over. Only a lawn mower in median. And if that’s what its come down to as to why we have to do 5 mph, stop, take off doing 50, then stop, stay stopped, then do 5 mph for the next 5 miles, etc etc for the next 110 miles – well, then I give up.
DRIVE!!! YOU F!%$!%# MORANS!! YOU’VE ONLY BEEN DOING THIS COMMUTE FOR HOW LONGGG?? YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW WHERE YOUR GOD FORSAKEN EXIT IS AND WHAT LANE YOU SHOULD BE IN!!!
Now I’m in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I pull into work 40 minutes late and see lots of room in the parking lot but Maria has to park her stupid car on the lawn again for no reason and that makes me want jump up and down on her face. I see a fellow coworker sporting an new blouse and think, Jesus woman, you look FAT in that, what the hell were you thinking you dumb girl. I pull the coffee pot out before its finished brewing so now there’s coffee all over the floor but I’m too angry to care enough to clean it up. Then someone has to try and make me talk at 8:40am by asking how the shower was on Sunday and I want to tell her to go F herself but instead say it was really nice until I realized I had my thong on sideways the whole time. And some a-hole actually has the NERVE to call my desk before I’ve even had my first cup of coffee so I let it go to voice mail because I fear I will loose my shit on who ever it is if they so much as ask me how I am today…
Traffic is SO unhealthy.
Don’t you just LOVE Mondays??
RUIN
your morning, and perhaps your afternoon and quite possible the entire rest of the day depending on how long it takes for this FREAK’IN headache to go away.
There was no reason for it today. There were no accidents, there was nothing to see, not even a cop with someone pulled over. Only a lawn mower in median. And if that’s what its come down to as to why we have to do 5 mph, stop, take off doing 50, then stop, stay stopped, then do 5 mph for the next 5 miles, etc etc for the next 110 miles – well, then I give up.
DRIVE!!! YOU F!%$!%# MORANS!! YOU’VE ONLY BEEN DOING THIS COMMUTE FOR HOW LONGGG?? YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW WHERE YOUR GOD FORSAKEN EXIT IS AND WHAT LANE YOU SHOULD BE IN!!!
Now I’m in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I pull into work 40 minutes late and see lots of room in the parking lot but Maria has to park her stupid car on the lawn again for no reason and that makes me want jump up and down on her face. I see a fellow coworker sporting an new blouse and think, Jesus woman, you look FAT in that, what the hell were you thinking you dumb girl. I pull the coffee pot out before its finished brewing so now there’s coffee all over the floor but I’m too angry to care enough to clean it up. Then someone has to try and make me talk at 8:40am by asking how the shower was on Sunday and I want to tell her to go F herself but instead say it was really nice until I realized I had my thong on sideways the whole time. And some a-hole actually has the NERVE to call my desk before I’ve even had my first cup of coffee so I let it go to voice mail because I fear I will loose my shit on who ever it is if they so much as ask me how I am today…
Traffic is SO unhealthy.
Don’t you just LOVE Mondays??
posted by Sp00kalot at 9:19 AM
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