A case of the Mondays?

I hate it when...

...I wake up ten minutes before the alarm goes off. Especially on mornings when I've given myself permission to get up a little later than usual, to catch a few more Zs.

...my newspaper is late.

...my upstairs neighbor flushes while I'm in the shower.

...I can't get my eyeliner on straight.

...the bus driver blasts the heater on warm mornings (or doesn't turn it on when it's cooooold).

...fellow bus passengers have their personal music player turned up so loud that you can hear the music through THEIR headphones.

...guys sit on the bus with their knees a mile apart. Your package ain't that big, pal.

...people stand on the bus, when there are plenty of seats... blocking the aisle, and forcing people to squeeze past them unnecessarily to get off.

...I spill something on my clothes ten minutes after I get to work.

...one person somehow manages to block the entire sidewalk.

...I have to clean all sorts of unidentified dried foodstuffs from my workstation upon arriving at work.

...someone leaves their dirty dishes in the sink in the breakroom.

...I can't get anyone to return my calls at work.

...our paydays are two and a half weeks apart.

...I screw up my finances so that I'm broke for most of that two and a half weeks.

...I have to call in for several days to find out whether I have to report for jury duty.

...I'm cooped up at work when I'd rather be out enjoying the sun... (yes, sun!).

UPDATED, 5pm: I DO have jury duty tomorrow. Oh, goody.
At least I don't have to get up as early as I do for work...