Funny old life

It's kind of funny how things never work out quite the way you want to. Take this morning, for example. In spite of fervently wishing to be hit by a car while crossing the street, or willing my train to fall off the rails in a sequence of mass-destruction, or at very least, becoming a key witness to some horrible crime so that I wouldn't have to go to work, I nevertheless arrived here safely and in the same state of physical health as I started out this morning. Sheesh!

Then I willed this to be a quiet, stress-free day, and what else would happen but the Wee Bitch gets my blood boiling again right off the bat.
She decided to have a half-day because she needs to take her boyfriend's son to the doctor at noon. At noon, right? I told her I don't have time to take her customers under my wing today, because I'm already under three or four escalations, and there's a shitload of things I need to close out for quarter-end. (That's tomorrow.) But no worries; never mind that two people are on holiday, two are sick (but working anyway), one healthy person in the office... the Wee Bitch decides to stay for dinner at the doctor's place so she won't be logging on again today. How nice.