It was one of those days. I really should have just stayed in bed. I went to vote only to find that my voting location had been changed behind my back. The voting turned out to be an exercise in futility. I left the poll and went to work and was set upon and abused by an irate barber who apparently owns the parking space that I was occupying (or at least rents it and was quite upset by my intended use of it). I was then told by my boss that I need to be nicer to our customers at the liquor store after being scolded by a woman whose husband had made it all the way home with three bottles of wine before dropping one and breaking it. Yes, it was vaguely suggested that it was my fault and it was, “not cool, not cool”. She, at one point, even suggested (in a roundabout way) that I pay for the wine. Her wine selection represented two hours of my wages so that wasn't happening.
On a positive note, it seems that I have made great advances in my quest for more control over my emotions. I made it through all this without beating anyone to death or cutting or stabbing or shooting anyone in the face. Yay for me. I will probably die soon of a brain aneurism or stomach cancer.