I'm with you, girlfriend. This is an especially hairy Monday because it is my designated counseling day and payment due date for fall. This means I will hear a lot of "I filled out the paperwork yesterday...you should have it. What takes you so long? I'm the only student here, aren't I? You people suck and are trying to ruin my life. My dead dog is rotting in the backyard because I can't afford to buy a shovel to bury him. That's your fault. I popped out sixteen kids because I didn't understand the concept of birth control and that's your fault too. They're turning off my electric and I find your school to be at fault there. Them applications is hard, I can't figure it out but I am trainin' to be a rocket science person..." and various combinations and variations of the above.
Anyway, there was a little yellow butterfly in my car this a.m. The wind from the window I can't close was whipping him around, and I told him he should fly out. I was worried about him.
So he flies over and lands on my shirt and I drove the rest of the way to work with him there. I considered it a good luck sign for the day.
