I'm having one of THOSE days. The days where you wonder why you got out of bed at all, why you got ready for work, and why it isn't more acceptable to people to stick it.

I woke up late. Got ready, was rushing around, when there was a knock on the door. Thinking that maybe it was the delivery man with some books I ordered, I rush to the door, kicking the frantic dog out of the way, only to find out he had the wrong house.

I get to work, to find out that one of the sinks in one of the children's washrooms upstairs had come away from the wall. I was in kids last night, I had forgotten to check the washrooms before I left. It was an accident, I've never forgotten before. Of course, a federal case gets made out of it, I'm treated like I do it all the damned time, and I get a nice sit down private chat with the head librarian. GREAT. Then, later, I get in shit for not standing up at the ref desk when a patron was asking a question. Uh, nobody around here does that. Apparently someone has an axe to grind.

Finally, it was lunchtime. I ate, read some Harry Potter, and went to Tim Horton's for a cafe mocha and a muffin. I go to take the lid of my coffe, and but of course, it explodes all over my desk.

I want to go home.