Ugh, it was the worst day ever. Thursday was a very good day for me, personally, and then comes Friday. It's like... Woah, WTF?! I was in Butler hanging out with a friend and I stayed the night, figuring I would just drive home in the morning. This all starts out with me getting very little sleep. Needless to say, I stayed up a bit later than I would have liked. Once half awake, I was ready to be on my way. Walking outside, I see the Cutlass has a flat tire, right as it starts to rain. Oh joy. So I went about all that. Got the jack out, tried to work the stupid thing (I have never used a more complicated jack than the one that came with the Cutlass, I swear), jack it up, loosen the nuts.... or so I hoped. Two lugs were nearly completely stripped which made a tire iron completely useless in trying to remove the damn things. *reminisces about the obscenities he used upon realizing that* Ugh. So my friend calls AAA. After waiting for a delightful hour, a guy finally comes. He does his magic and goes on his merry may. So now its nearly 2 and I have to be at work by 3. I'm in Butler, an hour and a half away from home. Oh, what a joyful mix of feelings I had. Once on my way home, the rain becomes absolutely horrible. Hydroplaning in a nearly 2-ton RWD car with tiny 195/75R14 tires isn't the all that enjoyable, especially when in a hurry. So much so that my gas lasted as long as paper in turbulent water. I used more that trip than I had nearly all week. Once I do finally get home, I'm as tardy as possible and with a bladder that's about to burst. I change uber fast and waist no time trying to keep gravel from being spun. At 3:20 I finally arrived at work. Not long after, I learn that the assistant manager, Dave, the one who hired me, died in a car accident, ironically enough, close to where I had just came from. Apparently, his car crossed the median and hit an 18-wheeler head on. From what I hear, he was newly engaged, as well. I only met him briefly, but it's utterly impossible to imagine it. So yeah... That just added to the already unpleasant mood of things. So odd a day could only be capped off with having to stay an extra hour. By far, the worst day I've had in a long, long time. Certainly far worse for Dave's family and fiancee, I'm sure.