Shit was all fucked up.
(And every man and most women just grinned and nodded their heads as they read that. Y'all understood immediately what kind of a day it was.)
I won't go into detail about it - mainly because work is at work and my ass is at home in my Camouflage BassPro Easy Chair - but let me say this:
Had I been the boss today, I would've burned the fucking place down to the ground and retired to the nearest tavern.
It wasn't as long as I figured it to be, I only got an hour and a half of OT so that makes an 11 1/2 hour day with an hour drive each way.
And in a half an hour I get to go to bed so I can do it again tomorrow.
