If your Ford had a Matthew McConaughey, it would be a Lincoln

Seriously...this week. (Rant with language so nsfw?)

Yesterday, I pretty much was over everything.

I didn't think I could give any less fucks. Then I woke up this morning, hit snooze a few times and finally ventured out to my car to head to work.

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FUCK EVERYTHING

It's in portrait because I wanted to show the entire space and how much room there was. But it's my sincere belief that this wasn't an accident. THERE IS NO DAMAGE TO ANY OTHER PART OF THE CAR! Not a single scratch. NOTHING!

No dings.

No dents.

The mirror is higher than the height of any other car part. Also...

I CAN'T FIND THE FUCKING MIRROR!

It isn't anywhere. Not in the lot, not in the river, not in the grass, NOWHERE!

Who the fuck does that?

There is no glass on the ground.

No plastic save for that little piece (you can see it in the middle of the image on the left, I picked it up) so someone legitimately took it off.

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Fuck. Them.

See! Not a fucking thing. Nothing.

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Do you know how hard it is to change lanes without a fucking side-view mirror? I was getting so damn pissed off every time I wanted to check my mirror that I just sat in the far right lane the entire time and stopped caring.

Also, I think the temperature readout in the car is tied to the frickin' mirror because now that just shows stupid fucking dashes instead of numbers.

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And I was already in a glorious damn mood this week, too. Projects suddenly due today and tomorrow instead of by Christmas. An entire workbook I created last week went bezerk and got all corrupted Monday. Fucking IT not being able to fix my email so I couldn't send or receive anything for a whole damn day...BUT I NEED MY GOD DAMNED EMAIL TO DO MY MOTHER FUCKING JOB! Those inept sons of bitches still haven't recovered my emails from yesterday morning but they can send me a screenshot of all of them in the server.

FUCK EVERYTHING.

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