Bad Day

Its one of those days where you just feel like breaking something. Fred Durst was on to something when he wrote that song, 'Break Stuff'.

On a day such as this, this song is like my best friend. I know, hard to imagine Limp Bizkit touching the chords of my emotions, but it was probably an accident waiting to happen.


Shit

The shit really hit the fan today. Splattered across the windows, the floors. What a mess to clean up. The smell still reeks within my nostrils.

Had to endure all sorts of shit today. Oh, wait, let me rephrase that, "I had to endure the same shit, but different smells, throughout the day".

I was thinking of quitting smoking, but now, i can't imagine how. I really needed a drag to calm the nerves, and blunt the frustration within. As soon as i took that first drag, the hairs on my body rose in unison with the weight that dissapeared from my shoulders.

Sometimes, things which are bad for you, are good for you in small doses.


History

The last time i felt anything close to this was about 2 years back i think. The day was almost ending. Had a bad day in office, too much shit happen, too many irritating customers to handle, which resulted in me going off site to do some maintanence works for a couple of servers. Spent a long time there, in the datacenter. FYI, datacenters are usually friggin cold, so imagine spending a few hours in the server room. By comparision, the temperature in your fridge would seem like a holiday in Florida compared to the temperatures in a server room.

So anyways, managed to get everything sorted, was really tired and really looking forward to going home, having dinner, taking a bath and having a long comfortable snooze in my bed.

Wouldnt you know it, as soon as i reached the car, a tyre was flat. Everything inside me just went upside down, though on the outside, no one would have noticed. To make things worse, the car park was poorly lit, making the task of changing tyres more troublesome. Add to that the greasy tools, and nothing to wash and clean my hands after....

On the drive back home, a Marlboro and Limp Bizkit stroked and soothed the raging anger and frustration within.