Misplaced Anger

          I woke up to a beautiful rainstorm this morning, and was very pleased. I was less satisfied when I went to work and discovered that I've been scheduled for at least six shifts in a row next week, culminating in a dreaded Sunday dishwashing shift and possibly extending into next week if I'm on Monday. The night was busy, and when I went home and attempted to relax with some computer games, my father launched into a foamy-mouthed rant about how computers are the worst thing that has ever happened to anyone. It got to the point where I couldn't take any more shouting in my ear about shit I don't care about that I just went upstairs and fell asleep rather than think any more. All in all, a pretty awful day.