Shooting myself in the foot

I wasn't going to carpool this morning because I have shit to do after work, getting drinks with clients (could I just do that for a job?). So I get up, get out early (because I want to be early to work and show off to the boss). Justin leaves 10 or 15 min later and the construction crew outside won't let him move his car because there is too much shit in the way. So he gets to stay home for the day, so lucky. Then, I was a little discouraged, turned up my stereo louder; there's a short that's been in the car for a while that it can't play the stereo as loud as my ears can take it (which is a higher tolerance than most) so my stereo shut off. Over heat or whatever. Then I get to the office, MY FUCKING BOSS ISN'T HERE! Him and his wife left this morning for the rest of the week. So here I am at work, where if I played my cards right and been lazy, I could be at home smoking.
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a balla, I wish I had a girl with a...