The driver's side door on my work vehicle won't open from the outside any more. Supposedly some latch inside the door-panel is broken, and the whole thing has to come off in order to fix it. I wanted to do it myself, but the screws they use to attach(more) the panel are neither flat nor phillips-head, but some custom screw head that requires its own special $50 tool to open.
So I'm borrowing a different car for work right now. It rattles when you hit seventy on the highway, and doesn't have a fob.
My tablet computer's GPS wouldn't work today. I tried to fix it for about thirty minutes before accepting that I just need to use it broken. I should be grateful that we live in a world where handheld devices can connect to a magical network of satellites orbiting the planet, but instead I was just grumpy about it.
I bought a new pair of boots just a couple months ago. There's a tiny leak somewhere in the right one that I can't find. Just enough of a trickle for my sock to be soaked with foul-smelling water after an 8-hour day in the swamp.
I clogged the toilet in our apartment twice this week. I think the cardboard our landlord used to prop it at just the right angle to work is finally starting to give way. There's also wetness in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. The landlord acted as if it was new. The linoleum stains I found buried under a couple year's worth of hoarded plastic shopping bags suggest otherwise.
None of these things ruined my day. It's nice to vent about it all the same.