..I hate it when you get up 30 minutes early to talk to someone who tells you that they will be there to talk to you, but in fact, you get up 30 minutes early just to pace around and wonder where you went wrong.
..I hate it when you get all the way to the body shop, and you ask if you can pick the car up that evening, and the man behind the counter says, 'Call us at 4 and we'll let you know if they did any work on it.' What? I'm bringing it there for them to do work on it. Isn't that what they get paid to do? Or am I bringing my car there just for the hell of it, so it can sit in their body shop until they feel like working on it? Nevermind that this was supposed to be fixed SIX MONTHS AGO when it was being fixed from the goddamn accident.
..I hate it when the loaner car they give you smells like a chain smoker's mouth. The car smelt of stale cigarettes and I FROZE all the way to work because I couldn't breathe without the windows open. And even after having driven it to work with the windows open, it STILL reeks, nevermind the fact that now all I can smell on my clothes is that scent.
..I hate getting to work and realizing that you got almost NO REDEEMING e-mail at all, except for one from an old friend who wants to get together when I go back to Connecticut for the weekend. Which will be a lot of fun!
..I hate being so damn tired because I hardly got any sleep last night because I couldn't fall asleep because I was fretting over the fact that my debit card was declined and I didn't have enough money for a full tank of gasoline.