In what I can only blame on fatigue having worked 37 hours in three days I reached and punched the mirror of a driver who pulled up to yell abuse at me for reasons I am unaware, at roughly 60kmh on my way to work. Don’t worry because instant karma kicked in and I dislocated my shoulder. Somehow popped it back in whilst pulling into my work car park only to have it pop out again as I lifted up my clock on card. This is the stupidest thing I have done in at least a year.
Edit: Obviously this was a shameful lapse of judgement, that has kept me up at nigh since and lead me to discuss not doing ridiculous fucking hours with my boss... Which sounds like I'm trying to shift blame...and now I think I'm rambling because of the painkillers...this happened this week.