I'm neither for nor against apathy

I woke up to a SMS from Daddy, was already late from work, jumped on the next bus that took me there, had work to do so kept myself extremely busy, in the end of the day there was something like 6m of welding to do, I cleaned my machine off, as it wouldn't reach that and left the Russian to finish up. He stopped there, cleared his stuff and went to chat with his fellow Mafia members. I had already cleared my junk away, since I knew he'll stay yet another half an hour and I falsely assumed that he might actually understand to finish the job as that'd mean that piece can be shipped elsewhere. So as I had cleared my gear already and the machines and all, I take Emmi's gear and weld that final few meters, clean after myself, then the machine and air hoses and stuff the boy used. Finally I can leave for home hop for the bus as I've a time for the hairdresser at 4pm, the bus arrives 15 minutes late, I don't know how it can take 15 minutes to turn a bus 300 meters from us, but apparently it can. So the bus is late when it leaves, the driver stops at one stop, letting people out and in and then just sits there. Doors open. Not moving. Naturally I miss the first bus I could take towards home, then I miss the other one. Walk till my legs are ready to give up on me, get cash from the ATM, go inside the hairdresser's and the fucking woman is about half an hour late...
By the time I am home I am fuming. Half an hour of intense cycling took care of that though. Now I'm just totally exhausted with all the anger I've felt through the day.