I had a meltdown while putting an engine in my Yamaha and one of the drive shaft bolts snapped off inside the case; minor annoyance and some curse words. Attempt #1 to extract the bolt; frustration but thinking ahead to the next stage if needed. Attempt #2; "COME ON". Failed attempt #3; kicking the side of the engine case with my heel and flipping it the bird. I did walk away for a few moments between each attempt. Between the growing frustration at a broken bolt defying every one of my previous successful experiences with the task (knowing exactly what to do and in logical sequence), yahoos coming in and out and back and forth, and someone in the vicinity committing ear rape with a bassy stereo, topped off with being hungry, thirsty AND in a saturated Tena with no opportunity to change.
Things did get better, despite a couple of customers' scoots acting up which turned out to be easy troubleshoots, and eventually I was able to change into my crinkly Wings, which I was looking forward to all day.
So who all else will admit to having a day go sour despite wearing the happy underwear?