in the category of "I Hate My Life" ...
I had an unfortunate incident with my car today. The kind that involves insurance companies and body shops. I don't feel like calling the insurance company. I don't feel like dealing with the body shop. I don't want to have to rent a car. Oh, my car is drivable, but I will obviously need to rent a car when the slightly broken one is being repaired. 15 minutes before quitting time, my manager told me to go home. Because I get in so early. But I stayed, because it looks good if I am so dedicated to work that I stay when she tells me it's ok to go early. Had I left, I would not now be griping about an unfortunate incident.