One of those days

It was just one of those days. You know, the ones where you wake up and everything just sucks energy out of you. You try to eat breakfast but the kids just shout at each other and give you a headache. The wife goes on and on and on about something you wouldn’t care about anyway if you had even bothered to listen.

This day was one of those. It started at work, with the boss coming in at about 9:15 and asking if I had finished this and that report. A report I hadn’t even been assigned to. But she didn’t listen, just went on.
“If I ask you to do something I expect you to do it, and not give me some lame excuses.”
“But you never assigned me to it.”
“Totally uninteresting. Then you just do it now instead arguing. After all, I am your boss, and what I say goes.”

So in order to try to smooth things out, I offered her a piece of homebaked cake to the morning coffee at 9:40.
“Ouch, what’s in it? It tastes awful!”
And then she had to overdo it by pretending to get sick and faked vomiting in the bathroom. Very grown up indeed, very good leadership… not. None of the others that ate from it got sick, so there was nothing wrong with the cake.

And the day just went on and got even worse. After lunch the boss went home due to some acutely developed…