One of those days

Be forewarned: This post is pretty much 100% rant.

Ever had a day where you knew you should have stayed in bed about 10 minutes after you got out of it? Friday was one for me. I slept horribly Thursday night and could barely drag myself out of bed. After hitting snooze 6 or 7 times, I rolled out of bed and within 5 minutes managed to stub my toe, bump my knee, and hit my head on my bathroom cabinet. I made it to work without any major injuries, but things just got better there. On a day when I really needed to get things done, it seemed like everyone in the building decided to stop by my desk. This isn't difficult for anyone to do, because not only do I not have a door to shut, I only have two walls on my cubicle. Plus, I'm right next to the printers, so usually right about the time I start to get somewhere on a layout is the time somebody comes over to pick up their printout and remembers some reason to interrupt me. You'd think having my headphones on and looking busy might give people the hint, but apparently that means nothing to my co-workers. I managed to make it until 6:00 today, and then had to leave before I broke something... or someone.

After that day, I decided to go to a concert to relax. The Ditty Bops and The Shore played a benefit for music in the schools. The Ditty Bops, two women and three men who played mandolin, guitar, upright bass, drums, and fiddle/guitar/lap steel, played first and were nice in a sort of old-fashioned way (like 1920's old-fashioned). Then came The Shore, a band from LA who sound like they could have come out of Manchester in the early 90's. I was excited to see them, but apparently I was just about the only one in the place that felt that way. The idiots who didn't walk out in the middle of the set stood around yapping, totally oblivious to the fact that they were missing a great show. This is a band that would probably pack the Bowery Ballroom in New York (at least 3 times the size of this place), but as I'm quickly figuring out, the majority of Hoosiers wouldn't know good music if it bit them on their fat asses. I used to think Indy's music scene was pretty good, but I'm being forced to reevaluate that idea each time I go to another show here. Unfortunately, the band noticed the lack of enthusiasm and rapidly dwindling crowd, and only played about 30 minutes before stalking off the stage. I don't blame them one bit. Nothing I enjoy more than having a concert I want to see spoiled by a bunch of drunken, doughy, tasteless jerks.

Finally, to top the night off, I was driving home on the highway in the rain and got passed on the right by some redneck jackass in an oversized pickup truck who threw his half-full beer can out the driver's side window, forcing me to swerve and nearly spin out. It's understandable, though; he was probably distracted thinking of other ways besides his gas-guzzling behemoth truck to compensate for his tiny, inadequate penis.

I think it's time for a vacation, because I've had just about all the Hoosier I can handle.