one truly crappy ass day

Coming back to work after Thanksgiving is never fun, but man, this day just kept getting worse and worse.  I make it through work, just itching to read my book on the train, go grocery shopping, and loaf around on the couch, but things soured pretty quickly.  My train is delayed by 10 minutes, make that 22, now 37.  It has equipment failure and is still at University Park (the beginning of the route, a few stops before mine).  It is twenty-something degrees outside, and I am standing in an unheated vestibule and I am freezing.  Now we're at forty minutes.  We see the train light.  We go outside.  It idles, 50 feet away for us, for another fifteen minutes.  Fifty-seven minutes after my scheduled boarding time, I get on the train.  Not two stops later, in the sketchiest place this side of the city where there are many an unsolved murder and the average house value is $30,000, they make me get off.  Anyone that's not going all the way downtown must get off.  The other train, they say, is right behind them.  Ten minutes waiting in another unheated vestibule in sketchy ass Harvey, then I get on the train.  Right behind us, eh?  We're going over the river, heading back in to Chicago, maybe things are picking up.  NOPE!  The train is going to stop at every fucking stop between 115th and mine.  Lovely.  I call my parents to whine.  My dad suggests making friends on the train...aaaand he's serious.  It takes a lot to not hang up on him.  Finally, my stop.  It's fucking cold out but I still have to head to the grocery store as I have absolutely nothing to eat for dinner or breakfast or lunch tomorrow.  Treasure Island is undergoing renovation, but I'm filling up my basket, things are looking good, oh, WHAT NOW.  They have no milk.  The only real grocery store in Hyde Fucking Park, and they have NO MILK.  Le sigh.  I trudge over to the check out aisle, where the most idiotic woman on the planet insists on waiting till I have every item out of my basket before ringing me up.  I keep my cool but inside I want to slap her or tell her how dumb can she be, etc, etc.  I manage not to slip on the icy sidewalks, none of them with any treatment whatsoever, as I make my way to the corner market to get the necessary milk.  Get home.  Apartment is freezing.  Heat up some soup and sit down to watch David Cook on Ellen, DVR-ed.  Skips, freezes.  Somehow resist throwing things (am impressed at self control, truly).  Watch it online.  Make mac and cheese and sit down to watch Privileged.  Can't wait the end because the DVR is fucked up.  As of 9:30, Gossip Girl will still not play, so I go online to watch the Baby Kai video I put on Facebook to cheer self up.  It plays the sound but the images all play over each other.

IS THIS DAY OVER YET?

signed, me.