Worst afternoon in a long time...

It seems all I post about lately is gloom and doom...

Friday afternoon started off well enough - I got through most of the mid-year performance evaluations that have to get done.

Then. The phone call from the disgruntled citizen. I'd sent an e-mail to our "life management" listserv at work that our county recycling was going to start taking more types of plastics starting July 1 (yay!! less trash, more recycling!!!) It got forwarded off-list and someone decided that the weasel language in my e-mail signature somehow violated his first amendment rights. This is what it says:

"This message is intended for the use of the individual entity to which it is addressed and may contain information that is confidential and exempt from disclosure under applicable law. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, or the person responsible for delivering the message to the intended recipient, you are hereby notified that any dissemination or copying of this communication is strictly prohibited. If you receive this communication in error, please telephone xxx-xxx-xxxx immediately. Thank you."

Hmpf. I grew up with this personality type, who reads something, gets *entirely* the wrong idea, then feels a need to pontificate about it. He didn't want to talk to me about it, he wanted to lecture and threaten me. I hung up when he called me stupid, then answered the phone pleasantly when he called back. (It's ingrained. I'm a public servant. I answer the phone.) He lectured for a couple more minutes, then hung up on me. I'll let my boss know about it on Monday.

THEN it started pouring just as I picked the Small Man up from daycare. It didn't help that Small Man was hot and whiny. Get in the car, head for the tween's BFF's house to pick her up.

Waiting at the light to turn right, and BAM! We're rear-ended. Overall, could've been worse; I don't think the guy was going that fast when he hit me, just too fast for the conditions (i.e., pouring rain). Insurance and ID exchanged, his insurance adjuster is coming by this afternoon to look at the car. (Silver lining - I dragged all of the crap out of the car since it'll have to go in the shop next week.)

Picked up tween, came home, dosed Small Man with ibuprofen, ate dinner (yay DH for cooking), and crashed.