New day, new reasons to go back to bed.

I'm at work today. (are you jealous?) Of course traffic was awful this morning. And a kind lady reminded me of one of my favorite traffic peeves, people that drive up the outside lane to get around a line of cars patiently waiting their turn, and then getting mad at me because I won't let them in front of me. Really the peeve is when someone else does something wrong (read: stupid) and then gets angry with me. So this woman is all hanging out her window trying to motion to me to let her in, and I simply give her my best "I don't think so, bitch." face. (I may have even mouthed the words.) Then proceeded to let the guy in front of her (who was simply trying to merge in off the exit, where he was supposed to be) in front of me, and then get as close to his bumper as humanly possible. Because I would rather bump the ass end of his truck than let that bitch into traffic. This is enough to make me feel like justice has been served, even though the guy two cars behind me ends up letting her in. I did my part.
This reminds me of the other day, when I was driving home from work. There's this road that I have to drive every day that runs between the expressway, and the town where I live. It's about 12 miles long, a little curvy in places, but the speed limit is 55mph, unless otherwise noted. The problem is, from the expressway to my house, there are no speed limit signs posted, only signs that say to slow down to 40 or 45 to make a specific turn. (Which you would think that anyone who could read, and managed to pass their driver's test would be able to put two and two together, and realize that if you have to slow down to 45, then the speed limit must be higher than that.) And way too many people decide to go whatever speed that see fit. In a sleepy town full of old farmers that drive even older pick-ups, that's usually about 35mph or so. So the other day I'm stuck behind Mr. Hillbilly Hank trotting along doing about 40, so of course the first chance I get I pass him. He then proceeds to flip me the bird out the window as I go by. Seriously? You're angry with me because you're too old to drive the damn speed limit?! (I may have revved the engine and gave him an evil look as I sped by, but that's still no excuse.) I need to move to New York and let the cabbies deal with this crap, while I read in the back seat. I hate driving. If there was a bus that ran from my house to the town that I work in, 30 miles away, I would totally ride it.
Anyway, I made it to work, and soon discover that half the office is out either sick, or with sick kids, and the boss is working in the back where I am. Which means I have to watch my P's & Q's, and find a way to look busy all day. I was going to start reading a new book during down time today, but instead I either have to find a place to hide, or find something to pretend to clean in order for her to not say that I should go home, or put me to work doing something remedial. Luckily typing on the computer looks like work. Unfortunately, even I don't have enough to say to keep me busy with this all day. And I doubt you'd care to read it even if I did. So I guess I'll go find something to keep me looking busy. Can't wait!