My boss’ car is in the shop – again.

First, you’d think he was the only person to ever be so terribly inconvenienced by car problems. I’m quite certain the man has never had to drive a junker in his life. Ever. (For that matter I’m sometimes surprised he can wipe his own ass, so I don’t know why I’m shocked car trouble would send him over the edge.)

Second, having the rental car place pick him up on the wrong corner (or the corner that makes sense to everyone but him) so incredibly inconvienced him that I’ve never heard so much sighing and “I can’t believe this, what’s wrong with them!” all simply because he had to walk to ANOTHER CORNER. I had to hold my tongue from explaining that for those not driving down from the million dollar mansions in Bel Air that corner actually makes sense, such an ass.

Third, everything has been wrong today. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. From meetings, to people, to having to place calls to the same person every 15 minutes. Because. He. Can’t. Leave. A. Message. And can’t dial for that matter, either. Whatever.

Fourth. His fucking parent’s estate and the dividing of assets. I can’t help that his family is even more dysfunctional than mine – which is REALLY saying something. But he’s been giving everyone conflicting directions and now it’s coming back to him…and he’s placing the blame elsewhere. So damn typical, he always does this with stuff and I get left to try to smooth everything over. He will tell ya’ to do one thing and then changes HIS mind and it’s your fault for doing what he said. i.e. the very definition of childish and ASSHOLE in my personal dictionary.

Less than a month to vacation. Less than a month…

Thank fuckinggawd.