The Frinklin and Fred Show

A day of unrelenting awfulness

My workday started badly. Later it spun down into catastrophic. There wasn’t any one item that drove me to despair, but rather an unrelenting pounding. By the end of the afternoon, I had my fill of fuck-ups, morons and asshats for the next several years. Before I left I sent out an email to the people in my unit stating that the next time I had deal with someone else’s error -or my own for that matter- I would not respond, and they should look for the large Frinklin-shaped hole in the wall where I escaped. A couple of them didn’t get the joke.

Then I missed my train. I didn’t get home until after 7.

And I get to do it all again tomorrow.