Told yesterday to report to work today for a special assigment. "Be in at noon", they say. Great.
So I head in, and because I'm in a rush, I hit a McDrive-thru to get what I can.
My luck, I wind up behind one of those folks who are way too plentiful in wonderful Northern Virginia: a foreigner who clearly has never been to a drive-thru before. This woman is the only one between me and my food and my continued trek towards work (and I'm really pushing the "late" thing by this time) and she sits there at the speaker and keeps asking questions about the selections and what they are.
It's freaking McDonalds, lady! Same food in every part of the allegedly civilized world! (I did not really think "freaking".)
It takes her like 3-4 minutes to order one damned Happy Meal and a grilled chicken sandwich, because she's really confused about what a grilled chicken sandwich is and her accent isn't helping matters, especially coupled with the accent of the foreign kid on the other end of the speaker.
I finally get my damned food and race towards work. At five minutes to noon, just as I'm hitting our driveway, I get a text from my boss. Cancelled. "Sorry for the late notice but I was running in a race this morning and wasn't able to get the notification out."
Are you flipping SERIOUS?! (I did not really say "flipping".)
So I turn around and drive back home. Only now it's raining, and when the roads in Northern Virginia get wet, even just a bit, all those same foreigners that can't order at drive-thrus smash into each other and block the roads for the rest of us. Four different crashes on Route Seven alone between Tysons Corner and Leesburg, and naturally three of them consisted of minor fender-benders where the participants felt obligated to just sit in the middle traffic lanes and wait on police instead of moving their virtually-undamaged vehicles onto the shoulder.
Finally back home, four hours after leaving, with nothing to show for it except a relatively rare day off right out the freaking window. (I do not really mean "freaking".)
Oh--and I get to report back tomorrow, too. And they wonder why I count the days to retirement.