Frustration: A few definitions in the order that they invaded my world this morning
knowing as you pull out of your driveway that even though rush hour is an hour away, so is your place of employment, and you are on a collision course;
the sound that your thermos makes as you drink the last of your FULL POT of coffee a mere hour and a half after getting to work;
Knowing that you won't get any more caffeine til you get home;
Realizing that you won't be home for another TEN hours;
Listening to your boss pour more of HIS coffee into HIS coffee cup because this morning HE didn't become a caffeine-whore who couldn't get the liquid in her body fast enough;
Realizing that in addition to the fact that you basically just said "whore" to your mother, the pronouns in your last sentence were probably more confusing to every one else in the world than they were to you;
finding out that your StepSon, who was diagnosed with pleurisy four days ago, is right at this moment at the doctor because his temperature spiked up and his symptoms haven't gone away - and then realizing that you will be the very last person to know ANYthing about the situation and you just have to pray that information is sent down the pipeline faster than usual.