A whole big batch of rage today. First thing Thursday morning, I start putting bread on the truck, and that idiot from before starts running his mouth about how nobody (but him) knows how to load trucks and begins moving around the bread I had just loaded on. Honestly, if he's gonna think he can do everything better than everyone else, then he can do everything by himself from now on. That left me in a bad mood for the rest of the day, and the day only got worse. Numerous small non-broken-skin cuts on my hands, plus to pain associated with cold + cuts. Then, after working to unload the truck I was on, I get told to unload the other one(normally the people who go out on the truck unloads it themselves).
Then yesterday, I had an appointment with DSS. Five minutes on the way there, I realized I forgot my phone and wallet and had to go back. The night before, my mom was saying stuff about how the forms DSS sent were the wrong ones, and as I read them they looked like they weren't. I realized I forgot my phone when I went to call her to confirm this. Then, it seems she told my stepdad(who was driving me) to go to the DoL office instead of DSS, in another town. I realize this only when we get on the street the DoL office is. Fortunately, we get there not too late, and the wait in line was longer than the wait to be called in. It turns out those were the right forms, my mom just didn't fill it all out. Then I had to wait more than half an hour to be picked up. Went to the police museum on the way back, which was actually pretty cool.
Had to fight the urge to tell everyone telling my Happy Birthday(which was yesterday) to fuck off, though.
And then today, I noticed my stepdad left my bike out in the snow. And as a final rage, myself. Why the fuck did I try to walk/bike through the snow to get to the library?