I
drove an hour and a half to my new job site, only to find that the road was closed for construction. I drove back to McDonald's to get internet to check on the road, and to go to the bathroom, but the building was under construction -- no internet, no bathrooms. In the drive through, a guy in a tall truck scooted his bumper onto my trailer and tore off his own license plate. I went to my mom's to see what work I could do there, and found out that the walls of her tub-space were still too close together, even after the slot I cut, and I was only barely able to scrape and puff and force the tub in there.
It was, as the McDonald's employee who handed me my sausage McMuffin so succinctly put it, one of those days.
But this one, I managed to get under control. I could feel the stress rising, but on a short errand drive, managed to calm myself down, see my problems clearly, and end my work day ahead of schedule. I went home to my beautiful wife, went grocery shopping and made her laugh, and got to enjoy my quiet home. Those days don't always getcha.