Christ, what a shitty day.
My stupid coworker was stupid and pissed me off. Rather than call back the engineer who talked to me to report a roof leak and asked for a call back, she called in the leak to the warranty company with zero information whilst bitching that he should give her more information, but by email not by phone, and also bitching that I should have updated the warranty info sheet, which I did, thank you very much, and if she's going to look at a printout instead of the latest info on the share drive there's not much I can do about it.
She proceeded to spend the rest of the morning yelling at her bank before leaving for a lunch appointment for 2+ hours. By the time she made it back into the office she'd discovered somebody in the garage breaking rules that we went over with them less than a month ago, and had to deal with the creepy awful guy who manages their office.
I ended up staying almost an hour late, first because I wasn't watching the clock, and then because the creepy awful guy (I got stuck in his office for like 20 minutes last Tuesday and spent like 2 hours crying uncontrollably that night and on the verge of tears most of Wednesday) came back down to the office to ask for an address and proceeded to make a weird comment/joke/??? that make both of us uncomfortable. So she decided to tell our boss, because he made a similarly weird/creepy/inappropriate comment to her last week, and got upset because our boss asked for details and she felt like he didn't believe her. (Except, because she's a fucking idiot, she kept saying "it's like questioning the rapist!")
Once I got out of there I decided I was going to be a fucking adult and go get my car's emissions testing done because it's due next Tuesday, but when I got there they were closed because it turns out they're only open until 7pm on Tuesdays and Wednesdays not Thursdays like I thought. So between everything I didn't get home until 6:30 (I'm usually home around 5pm) and I shit you not, my husband was playing computer games and when I walked in he said, "Are you going to make us dinner? I'm hungry."
And I haven't said anything because I know if I do, then (a) I'll start crying, or (b) I'll take everything out on him, or (c) probably both. So instead I'm venting here and drinking a strong (for me) rum and coke because otherwise I'm going to lose it.