I awake gratified that the sleeting rain outside reflects my distaste for the world, my workplace and especially my colleagues. Those odious idiots who believe they are both conversant and entertaining regardless of the topic.
The bus passes as I come out the gate and I am satisfied as if this too justifies my discontent.
While waiting I flinch in anticipation at the shower that some passing car will provide from the river of rainwater running alongside the footpath and thus complete the horrible morning.
Nobody obliges me, all slow down and carefully pass me.
This only enrages me more.