Anyway, yesterday fuckin' sucked. I know when I'm going to have a bad day from the moment I wake up. Some might say it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, that since I think I'm going to have a bad day that I will. Yes, my thoughts made me get a ticket, made it rain, and made someone, some fuckin' asshole coward piece of shit, sideswipe my jeep. The damage isn't that bad, but if I had a new car I would have lost it. There's a scratch down the side, a small dent on the wheelwell and the mirror got hit/scratched. I always think back to Pulp Fiction, the damage would be worth it if I could have seen who did it. Just so I could throw a brick through the window, pull the fucker out, and beat the shit out of them.
I don't have a temper at all.
Oh and I almost forgot about this. I had to find somewhere to make copies yesterday, of course, being the day that it was the teacher's lounge upstairs was locked and I couldn't figure out the copier in the main office. Anyway as I walked through there was an obit pinned up on the bulletin board. Chris Volpe passed away. Of course it happened last week and the wake and funeral had already passed. Since no one's at work I don't think a lot of people knew, I know I didn't. Anyway, Chris was an engineer at Senn a few years back. He was actually one of my first friends there. We'd shoot the shit, talk sports, nothing special. We never hung out outside of work, maybe once or twice, but he was pretty funny and a really nice guy.
So yeah, as usual I'm reminded that things could always be worse.
Rest in Peace Chris, hope you've got good seats up there for the Bears games.