A morning in the life

If it was just one of these headache-inducing moments this morning, I could have handled it. But taken altogether, it adds up to a pretty crappy morning.
• Jesse gets the same choices for breakfast every morning. He doesn't want to choose any of them this morning. My choice is to leave him sitting on the couch holding a box of cereal. I guess he ate some of it.
• We're almost out the door when Jesse decides he hates his hat and coat and that his backpack is too heavy. And his coat is too heavy. He drags his backpack behind him all the way to the car.
• Have I mentioned that it's raining? Said backpack is now soppy.
• Today is the first day of the spring semester at the U of M. While not nearly as bad as the first day of the fall semester, there are still enough clueless student drivers on their eager little way to classes to make me want to scream.
• Union Ave. + Memphis drivers + rain = SCREEEEEECH! *%$)&#!@
• I arrive at my parking garage to the lovely sounds of a jackhammer tearing up the sidewalk in front of the garage. When I roll down my window to scan my card, it sounds like the jackhammer is actually in my car with me.
• Well, at least I remembered to bring my umbrella. Now all I need to do is just get it out of the car and I'll -- WHOOSH! Damnit! Small miracle that there are no witnesses to see me struggling to get my now open umbrella out of the car.
• Step off the elevator. Oh. Hi, jackhammer. No, it's OK. I have aspirin in my cubicle. And since it's raining, I'll just scrape this dust off with a spoon from the breakroom when I get to my office.
• Oh. The elevators aren't working?