I was at the Daley Center this morning picking up extra stuff from our trial yesterday. While trying to use the freight elevator (which, yesterday, they told me I had to use), I got in an argument with the lady operating the elevator over whether I had a permit to use the elevator and whether they'd even let me out of the building with all of the crap I was carting around.
I know better than to think I'm going to win an argument with a random Daley Center worker, so I decided to let it go, use the regular elevators and hope for the best; but, not without first going on a lengthy rant to myself about how "I just can't win at this place" and that "I can't believe I have to deal with this bullshit every fucking day."
As I turn to leave the freight elevator room, I run into a court clerk who was standing on the other side of the door, laughing his ass off, having listened to my entire rant.
If nothing else, at least I'm entertaining.