I’m having a really bad day (again). My co-workers are morons, my bosses are worse, my customers can’t tell their ass from a hole in the ground, I keep hitting red lights, my printer is dying, the light over my computer desk just blew out, and I want to go screaming up and down the street. It’s one of those days where I go outside, look up, and wonder where the hell that earth-smashing asteroid is. Not just a little thing, mind you, but a 500-mile diameter, 300,000 ton behemoth that couldn’t be stopped by Bruce Willis and every nuke on the planet and I want it land smack dab on the place where I work. No warning. No chance for anyone to survive. Just little chunks o’earth floating in space for all eternity.
There, I feel better now.