Killing days

It happens but not nearly as often that I go out for some important work and come back disappointed.
Let's say the ratio for such occurrence is 80:20 and today was the unfortunate day when everything started going abysmally crummy the moment I began to work towards a successful completion.

Some papers were not as they should have been apparently and that was something only told once I had furnished everything and so I found myself an office space and printed some documents all over again with corrections after which the counters behind which the clerks sat were only three and two were empty leaving a very frazzled looking woman dealing with a long line of demanding humans .

There was also a time limit and by the time my turn came I was edging close to the closure of the office and the woman in question nitpicked two more issues with the paperwork which I didn't even think would be an issue.
Of course she's not to blame but the fact that I wanted my body to start emitting spikes like one of those mutants from X men and gouge everyone's innards was a thought most overwhelming.

It's the feeling of a day so unaccomplished that gets to me.
I mean I travelled quite far almost to the centre of the city only to come back dejected and will have to do this whole circus once again tomorrow is not an appealing thought.