I like to try to predict how my day is going to go by the number of times I have to mutter to myself under my breath “J*sus F***ing Chr**t!” before I get to theatre.
This will be in response to any number of stressors such as people trying to kill me on my cycling commute, struggling to find my ID card (or anything else) in my bag, or whether there are any scrubs in my size in the changing rooms. I must say I’ve never actually done any firm research on the association of prework cussing and shitness of day so the scientific validity of any predictive power is probably poor. But you must agree that it is likely to be an accurate measure of my tolerance for bullshit on any given day.