I started out early. Got in the Plymouth, got on the highway. Got to the McDs on the highway for the worst burnt bagel ever. I deserve that for ordering something without grease at a McDonalds. Fuck!

Back on the highway, I got to Guilford and realized the DVDs I should have brought back two days ago were still in my trunk. Fuck.

Got to exit 70, making good time, looking at being a half hour early. Traffic stops for an hour and a half! Some overturned truck just fucked up my day! Fuck!

Got to work, just in time to open the store. The new assistant calls from Albany, she can't come in tonight. Her cousin's legs got crushed by a thousand pounds of butter. Stop. Read that again. Yes, she called me up and told me she couldn't come in because HER COUSIN'S LEGS GOT CRUSHED BY A THOUSAND POUNDS OF BUTTER! That's her story! Butter. Everyone knows it's bad for you, so don't act surprized. So I have to scramble and get coverage for today and didn't get anything I needed to do done. Fuck!

UPS guy comes in and piles eleven boxes of shipment on top of the shit I couldn't get to this morning. Shit!

Old lady yells at me about the prices, the music, the weird clothes we sell and that her grand daughter only likes our clothes. And she smelled like dove soap and farts. Fuck!

I got to the bank after calling in the change order to find only one, ONE!, teller on duty. And after I wait forever, I get to the counter to find that the person who took my change order LOST IT! No change! I hadn't brought the list of what I needed because it was supposed to be ready for me, not stuck to the bottom of some bitch's "Ask Me About my Fucking Grandchildren" mug. I had to fake it and almost got it right. I get back to the store and don't have time for my 1/2 hour break, so I run next door to the cybercafe (Which is closing forever on Saturday. Fuck!) and grab a muffin. A stale dry muffin. Fuck!

Back in the store, my new trainee doesn't have any ID to fill out his I9 form and now he can't start today and I have to reschedule him for tommorrow. Fuck!

I leave at 5:30 and get on the highway. At precisly the same point I got stuck at this morning, traffic stops dead for TWO HOURS! I fell asleep at the wheel and everyone was pissed that I didn't advance the six fucking feet that had opened up in front of me. I have to stop at the Branford rest stop so I don't sleep and die. I roll down my window and put the seat back and snooze. Then a truck drives up and hits the air horn. I jump up, thinking I'm still driving and I'm about to crash. The truck guy then laughs. Fuck!

It's now nine o'clock and I'm at my old mall, waiting for Xteen to get out. She sends her employee out to tell me that there is an emergency in my store. I go in to use the phone and the other assistant tells me the butter princess just quit over the phone long distance from Albany. Now I don't have any day help tommorrow and a metric fuckload of shipment to do. Fuck!