'She said there's too much caffeine in your bloodstream'

I was awake early this morning and contemplated going in to work early. But then I thought, what's the point? It's not like if I go in early, I get to leave early. Even though I haven't taken a lunch all week, my boss would still have issues if I were to depart before my scheduled time.

So, I take my time getting ready for the day, and leave my domicile.

On the way in, my mp3 player's battery dies.

Great.

I look in my backpack. I'm out of batteries! Now I have to stop somewhere to buy batteries. Curses! Additional time out of my morning trek. I stop by Russel's and complete my purchase without incident.

Soon after, I make a stop at Einstein's, because I was having serious gastronomical rumblings. [I drank coffee on an empty stomach and I needed something to nosh, or I would wretch].

Lo and behold, there was a major line.

Normally, I would have skipped it, but my stomach told me to suffer through. I join the queue, when all of a sudden, one of the staff comes by with a newfangled, Blackberry type, device to take my order.

'Sundried Tomato bagel, toasted, with plain cream cheese, on the side, to go'.

'Cool', I thought. Maybe it won't be so bad.

I get to the counter, pay, and wait for my order. What do I get? A poppyseed bagel, un-toasted, with the cream cheese all up in it, 'for here'. How does Sundried tomato sound like poppyseed? It was almost the antithesis of what I had ordered.

Again, normally, I would have gone all diva on their asses, and make a big stink, forcing them to remake my order, but I wanted to be able to enjoy the fact, that this was one morning I didn't have to rush to make it to work on time. For, at least, it wasn't an onion bagel.

I make them bag it, whilst grumbling to myself, feeling my rage, boil and simmer.

I begrudgingly take my bagel and leave.

I get on the shuttle, and what do I see? Not one, but two people in wheelchairs. 'Oh great, there goes more time', I think to myself. Of course, both of the wheelchair people had to get off at different stops. Fuggers. [It takes a while for the shuttle operator to get out and deploy the ramp so wheelchairs can exit].

By now, my early morning lead, had delved in to a mad rush to make it to the station on time.

All this time, I am getting more, and more, livid.

It's then that I think to myself, 'you know, in the grand scheme of things, I am being ridiculous'.

People in Africa are killing each other over charity-donated food, and wishing for a pot to piddle in, and here I am getting all pissed off for having the wrong bagel to eat for the morning, and handicapped people making me late.

But then I think to myself, this is the privilege of the American life; being able to sweat the small stuff.

And then blog about it.

God Bless America.