Deviations from the plan

I think it's safe to say that this week has not gone according to plan. A few examples:

(1) I did not start my new job this week. Apparently the paperwork wasn't finished in time. However, I was not informed of the change in my start date last week, so I showed up to the office on Monday. Nobody knew what to do with me. On the bright side, it was an opportunity to do a little traffic reconnaissance. We'll try it again next Monday.

(2) Remember that gaping hole in my bathroom ceiling? It's still there. Let's see, it took two days for the maintenance staff to figure out where the water was coming from. Then it took another week for the manager to get an HVAC company out to fix the problem. The a/c unit finally got fixed today. Now they just need to patch up that ceiling. Any bets on how long that will take?

(3) This sock is not quite living up to my expectations.

It looks fine, right? Really, I shouldn't be complaining. The pattern is perfectly written, and I love the orangey goodness of the yarn. It's a fun knit. There is one small detail, however, that's starting to make my left eye twitch.

Do you see it? OK, so maybe it isn't as obvious in the photo as it is in real life.

How about now? There are black splotches in the yarn! At first I thought the dyer must have added them intentionally, but now I'm thinking otherwise. They just aren't regular enough. I'm about to knit the toe on the first sock, and there hasn't been a black splotch for many, many rounds. The worst concentration of spots is on one side of the heel.

I'm sure I'm overreacting. Honestly, how many people are going to scrutinize these socks closely enough to notice the spots? That's what I'm trying to tell myself, but my obsessive-compulsive personality isn't buying it. Then again, my OCD is not strong enough to make me cut out all the black spots, so really, what am I complaining about?