Patience: My Strongest Point

Tonight was an aggravating night at work.
For one, we got there way too late for my liking, so I was bummed about that before I even got there, and then when we did get in the place we had to do surgery on the broken vacuum ourselves, which ate up a good fifteen minutes. Fixing the old weathered vacuum is not our responsibility and I was not impressed that I had to deal with it.
Then, when I went to take out the garbage, I had the car keys and the garbage keys in my hand, so that I could put the vacuum in the trunk and then go unlock the garbage bin. Somehow, I ended up leaving the garbage keys, which also happened to be attached to the keys to the building, on the table inside the building without knowing it, so after I put the vacuum in the trunk, I looked into my hands and only one bundle of keys was there. Oh, crap, I thought. I've lost the keys again (thought I lost the keys once for a whole week, very disastrous). I unlocked the trunk once again and ransacked it, but nothing showed up. I was freaking out inside and also punching myself in the head (inside) for being such a freaking idiot once again. I looked everywhere for them: under the car, amongst the garbage bags and recycling, the general doorway vicinity. I ransacked the trunk about five times. Serious internal freak outs going on here.
By this time I had been scrounging around in a panic for a good six or seven minutes and was becoming increasingly cold, so I unlocked the car and grabbed a hat I saw in the back seat. I decided that maybe there was a chance I had dropped the keys on my way out and that they were not lost at all. So I waited outside the door for my mopper, Mom, to walk by and hear me blanging on the door like a maniac, and she would let me in, and I would be grateful and warm and reassured.
No such luck.
After another good five minutes of standing there, and trying to pull the keys out from under the metal door unsuccessfully (only reaping a dried-up June bug carcass), I was desperate. I was freezing cold and there was still always the chance that I had actually lost the keys.
I walked over to the windows of the common room/kitchen and as usual the blinds were shut on the bottom half and open on the top half. I tried peeking through the bottom half to see if maybe the keys were on the table and I could at least feel good about not having lost them, but the blinds would allow no access, as was their duty. So, with little hesitation, I climbed up on the windowsill and peered in through the top half of the blinds. I was thinking how scared Mom would be if she saw a person staring in through the window at 1030 at night, but I wanted inside. Bad. I was so cold.
I still could not see the table, or the keys which I was not sure were on it, and Mom never walked by. I kept climbing back up, on both windowsills, and I felt like a complete lunatic. Eventually I gave up and just stood by the door, kicking it half-heartedly.
FINALLY I hear Mom, so I banged extra hard on the door.
She didn't hear me.
I ran over to the windowsill and knocked on it really fast, trying as hard as I could to see through the blinds and give her a pleading, desperate look I was sure was on my face. Well, I didn't see through, but she heard me and let me in.
I found the keys on the table and went back outside, in the cold, cold night.
I carried the garbage bags across the lost to the bin, and I threw them down triumphantly. I pulled out the keys and tried to unblock the bin lock.
It was frozen.
I had to stand there for another TEN WASTED MINUTES trying to force the stupid key into the lock, and once I finally did, it wouldn't turn. I tried to force it into turning, but it would not budge.
With mounting anger, I took a breather.
I returned to the RIDICULOUS task at hand and self-anti-freezed it with my breath and hands, which wouldn't have been such a big deal, if after sprinting back and forth across the parking lot I couldn't get the lock shut again, so I had to re-anti-freeze it.
I had been outside for like fifteen minutes doing what should have taken two.
I was SO FRUSTRATED. Rrrrg. You have no idea. It may not seem all that frustrating, but it was. I was cold and tired and grumpy and frustrated. I kicked viciously at an old garbage bag that was not mine, and its contents went flying about. I squished my feet hard into the ground, making a very loud, grinding noise with he sand on the pavement. I swung at a wiggly pole sticking out of the ground to mark a place or something. I thrust the recycling into the bin with vigour, then threw the newly emptied bin upon the ground.
And then I waited around outside again because the car keys were inside and the doors were locked.

P.S. My Valentine's Day SUCKED yesterday. Well I guess it was two days ago now. Either way.
SUCKED.