Typical. Shitty. Monday.

Today is one of the worst Mondays I've had in a long while. I wake up this morning (running really late, of course) only to realize that I had forgotten my wallet in my car last night. Being that my car is currently parked in the opposite direction of the Metro (with respect to the location of my apartment), I decided that the only way to retrieve my wallet from my car and show up to work at a semi-respectable time would be to cycle. Fine.

Realizing that it may be colder than what I'm usually comfortable riding in, I scurry around my apartment searching for my gloves. My apartment is currently a complete mess, so naturally....I only find one of my gloves. Time was ticking, so I quickly ditched it and darted out of my apartment.

Yes: it was butt-ass cold outside (by my standards). I cycled over to my car and was relieved to see that none of the windows were bashed in by a crackhead trying to retrieve my wallet from dashboard inlet under the stereo. I grabbed it and continued to hustle fast to work....the entire time my dry, ashy hands were suffering from the cold ass autumn air. Not cool.

I get to work and ALL DAY I had the pleasure of figuring out how to hack my code in order to get a stupid .png image to appear correctly in IE6. That's right. I was at work for 9.5 hours today and I finally one stupid effing image to appear correctly in one stupid effing browser. Why do we still support IE6 at work you say? Or maybe you're asking, why is it that we developers are required to create new things that are not only inconsistent with the rest of our site, but are known to explode in IE6? Beats the hell out of me. That's a question better suited for the web professionals people that run the ship.

Oh, and it doesn't end there. By the time I left the office, a light rain had begun to fall. And it was still butt-ass cold. I grab my bike and walk to the Metro. I get down to the platform and hop on the next green line train to pull through....I realize two stops later -- at L'Enfant Plaza -- that I'm heading in the wrong direction. I didn't go apeshit, though, because hey -- it was the cherry on top of the crappy sundae that is Monday.

Well, I think I've reached my bitch and moan quota for the rest of the year*. I'm at home now, trying to relax, and waiting for my sushi to be delivered. Let's hope the sushi man actually shows up. I'd like for at least something to go right today.

*said bitching will exceed all of everyone's wildest dreams if McCain gets the presidency.