Get up, make coffee, take the dog out. He left a nice solid **** on the pavement, easy cleanup, another good sign.
I go about my morning, then get ready for work. On the way out the door, I notice that my change jar has at least 8 inches worth of change in it. Two inches averages out to about 20$ usually. I use my change jar as a kind of gauge of my financial wellbeing. The higher it gets, the longer it's been since I've had to cash that sucker in to buy food for a couple days. It's never been over 3 inches, so seeing it hovering around 8 was a good sign.
Then I get to work. All the omens this morning were wrong! The gods scorn me! Stupid coworkers leaving **** work to do, and complaining that I picked up my PSP and slacked off, after watching them surf the interwebz for three hours. People in glass houses and all that crap.
Customer from hell after customer from hell, and now all I want to do is go home and curl up in bed with my dog.
Fuck today, I call a do-over!
