when plans fail

I leave work at 3 to go home early to nap before pumping out more content.

Good to have plans, but life’s got plans of its own.

What usually takes me 30 minutes takes 3 hours. Why? Disgruntled workers driving slowly to make a point. 

To be told over a text message that you no longer have a job is no small matter. No letter. No face to face. How cold and callous is that? Not even a month’s notice… Don’t we all have bills to pay? Mouths to feed?

I feel for them, but can’t help but feel frustrated.
After exiting the car, I let out a small scream.