More frustrations

I suppose that my morning wasn’t quite frustrating enough.

I went to the post office to pick up a registered letter – from the IRS, of course, probably telling me that I hadn’t paid my taxes – and waited for nearly 30 minutes while the clerk looked for it. And she could not find it.

Then I arrived at work nearly an hour later than usual, to discover that the customer visit that I thought was scheduled for today is in fact tomorrow.

Some days, it doesn’t pay to chew through the leather straps.