Today felt like a Day Ten [1]. Went to bed around 5:30 am (which is my usual bedtime) only to get a call at 10:30 am from Smirk about a problem, and had to drive to Boca Raton [2] to get it resolved (normally, I get to work from home).
Looking back at it, I've had worse days. It wasn't like I was dealing with obsolete computers from Hell [3], or on a business trip from Hell [4], or even dealing with Russian hackers from Hell breaking into a server during a hurricane [5]. Nope, nothing quite as bad as any of that.
But it was my fault for getting that call after five hours of sleep at the ungodly hour of 10:30 am, and because it was my fault, that made it all the worse. To make me feel even lower, the issue itself was resolved rather quickly (instead of being handled on Friday, when I said I would handle it—sigh).