Misreading Dials and Other Nonsense

Yesterday at work I was finishing a repair. Specifically, I was reinstalling a pulley on a motor. But darn it all, I couldn't find the set screw which was necessary to secure the pulley to the motor shaft. I finally gave up and got another screw, which promptly would not start at the threaded place designed especially for it. 

It wouldn't start because the original set screw was in the way. It had already been started. By me. How am I supposed to find things when they're already where they should be?

As if that wasn't enough, as I drove out to Ferndale to make a delivery I noticed the tiny sliver of a red arm on a gauge on the dashboard had approached the high mark. Just what I need, methinks, the motor is running hot or some such debacle. Yet closer inspection showed it was the gas gauge, doing its job by letting me know I had 7/8 of a tank of gas. No overheating, no low oil pressure, no engine issue at all. You've got gas, Marty, exactly as you should. 

Some days...