They Don't Serve That at Starbucks

This morning I almost poured a shot of espresso onto my bagel. My toaster didn't make the "dingy" noise it's supposed to when it's done toasting and I remembered an old episode of "Valerie", in which Jason Bateman was messing around with an old lamp and somehow it sparked in the middle of the night and burned their house down...so I had to unplug it before I left for fear of a raging fire in my apartment. I had yet to sit down to my desk and Theresa (customer service manager/meshugaret/crazy person) was already in my office a rantin' and a ravin'. If this is any indication of what the rest of the day is going to be like... I'm a scared rabbit.