It had been an incredibly long day at work and I climbed in my car to drive home thinking that there really was nothing that could make this day any better. But to really understand how great my day was about to get, you need to know a little about how shitty this day really was before my "fun". My boss had kept piling paper work on my desk and there was absolutely no way that I could possibly make any headway when the stack just seemed to get larger and larger. I'd pull one file down, enter the data and somehow, four more files would appear to fill that space. Finally, after an eight hour day of entering the most tedious and, well, excuse the language, fucking boring as shit, numbers into that god-for-saken computer, I was free.
I loosened my tie and headed downstairs to my car just to find a parking ticket on it. Ripping it open, I screamed FUCK! at the top of my lungs and throw it in the window, that for some reason, was open and it had rained today. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed as I finally decided to get in the car and attempt to drive home but not just yet, it couldn't be that easy, could it? When I looked into the center console and noticed that both my cell phone and iPod had been stolen, again. This day couldn't get any fucking worse, I thought, but again, I was fucking wrong. My co-worker backed into my car as I just got into my car and slammed my head into the dashboard. Bleeding, I finally said fuck it, and backed my car out and just tried to drive home. That's when things got a lot better, quick.