What's the Opposite of Congested

I normally don't post about my real life on this blog, but after today and yesterday I need more than my usual vents to get through...

My train was packed to standing-room-only capacity again, and then crawled past San Antonio and California Ave because of another fatality on the tracks. I'd thought we were just seeing a series of technical problems, like maybe Caltrain's maintenance teams were way behind schedule, but two fatalities in two weeks, both during commute hours? This is ridiculous. It's starting to be hard to empathize, especially when the conductors keep trying to make light of it.Oh, and because no bad day is complete without three things to make it crappy, the train was full of sick people. I mean really, stupidly sick, like clearing throats and sunken eyes all up and down every car I went through. If I get the flu I'm going to stab someone in the jugular.

What's problem three, you ask? Mysterious network outages at work, of course! They're saying there was a power failure at our main storage facility and a bunch of client-facing applications (read: things that make us look like idiots when they're down) are not working yet, which also means that I'll get back from my monthly meeting to find every proofreading request ever written since the dawn of mankind sitting in my inbox. Seriously, I expect slabs of rock with Semitic on them.

I have hated this week.