irrational irritability...

It must be Monday because everything is making me mad. It started this morning when I called on my registration ticket, the one I got when the pigs stole my car. I had some questions because the website says that if you can prove the car is registered you only have to pay $25 instead of $50 so of course I'm gonna try to do that. But I needed to figure out how to go about it. I wanted to talk to a person and ask them questions. The only thing I could get was the freakin automated system. And that freakin recorded voice chick doesn't know jack shit! I tried looking it up on the yellow pages to see if there was a different number to get a human being, but it was automated to. There are times when I get so frustrated I want to scream a whole host of obscenities. This was one. But I refrained and instead have let it boil all day til now. Which means, everything else that went wrong, pissed me off even more. The new girl we're training at work got some stuff wrong. I wanted to strangle her. Most days I can handle it. Today, not so much. And it feels like I, myself, can't do anything right. So before my head explodes all over the office, I decided to vent it out on my blog. I love this thing. It's so much better than a journal because you get feed back and people tell you that they've been there too and I'm not a complete and utter idiot. It makes me feel so much better. Now I'm gonna go pop some antacids before my acid reflux decides that today will be the day it finally makes me spew all over the place.