The Last Straw

Today was the day I was meant to rejoice, having spent six months in one role at work, and now moving to another role.
The moment I woke up I had a sense of dread. I kept dropping things - a spoon, a cup - and then dashed out of the front door to catch the train to the office.
There were severe delays on the line, on the first day of my new role. I was going to arrive late.

Every inch of forward movement the train made, I almost held my breath in case we shuddered to a halt. I could not be late, not on the first day.

It began to rain. My bus was late, and with minutes to spare I got to the office, threw my coat onto the stand and sat at the desk ready to begin.
I was four minutes late, after all my worry and rushing, and it was a rather pleasant first day.

The journey home was effortless, and I sank into an armchair and caught up with some friends.

I settled down for the evening and logged onto my computer. It crashed!

This was the last straw, after my hectic day.

I'm off for a soak in the bath - hopefully it will pass without incident.