Happiness does not have a home here right now...

Oh my God, today has seriously got to go down in the record books as one of my worst days ever. Honestly, nobody has died, but how can so many shitty things happen in the space of 12 hours?!
It started with the most annoying drive into work I've had in ages, with every single slow-moving vehicle from carawankers (sorry, caravan drivers) to Culina lorries doing 40mph to tractors to old men incapable of getting out of third gear all along the nice, wide, national speed limit country road that takes up most of my traveling distance.
Then, when I finally get to work with minutes to spare before I became officially late, I'm told a poster I had Da Boy design for a project we're doing, which is exactly what we need and will do the job perfectly, STILL did not comply with, and I quote, "the Disability Discrimination Act or our Corporate Branding Guidelines".
This despite our publishing department having already returned it once with a list of things they wanted changing to make it compliant. All the changes were made and they still weren't happy, I am convinced simply because I didn't pay them to do the poster in the first place.
So, a week after it first got sent for printing, I'm still waiting and have basically told them I'd had it and THEY could do the work to make it "compliant". (Christ, how I've grown to hate that word!)
Then, after a really frustrating day with just about everything else I also dealt with, I get a phone call from 3 Mobile who inform me they will not be repairing my phone handset, despite it only being four months since I got it, because the fault was "damage". What a load of b*ll*cks! The 0 button stops working and they try and make out I had caused it?! Seriously, if a phone can't even take being bounced around in the average woman's handbag a little bit, then it's not fit for purpose!
Therefore, I am heading into the 3Store I bought it from first thing Saturday morning to argue for a replacement phone. However, my chances of winning will be slim to none if my current experiences of jobsworth bureaucracy are anything to go by.
And just to top off a perfect day, I get home to be told Da Boy's work will not let him have the two days off for my national awards ceremony in London simply because one other person is off on those same days. Never mind that there are however many more people still in the department who could do the same job. No, they will only allow one person from each department to have leave at any one time. Jesus, my department at work frequently runs on ONE member of staff and that's covering an entire sodding county!
Which means I'm stuck with heading down to London all on my own, again thanks to some jumped-up jobsworth who won't make an exception for anything.
So, all in all, it's been a Thursday I can't wait to forget.
I wonder if there's a bottle of wine in the fridge...