What is wrong with this week?

[seedee]

Wednesday, July 28th, 9h15:

boss: Morning

me: Morning. I just ran over a bird.

boss: What?

me: I killed a bird. With my car. I'm so sorry about that. *sighs*

boss: I bet the bird is glad to hear that. Oh wait. It's not! It's DEAD.

me: *feels incredibly guilty* It wasn't on purpose! It flew directly under my tire; too fast for me to react.

boss: Oh well... I guess that makes it okay... I just hope the little birds will die fast.

me: *alarmed* What? What little birds?

boss: It's July. Birds are breeding right now. You killed a parent bird. The young ones are gonna die. They're going to sit in their nest, waiting for their mum, but she'll never come.

me: Oh. God. I'm going to hell. *collapses. headdesk*

boss: Did you at least go back and check if it was really dead, that it doesn't have to suffer anymore?

me: What? No! It was on the highway. There was no way to go back and check anything. *defensive*

boss: *looks at me in silence*

me: *eyes brimming with tears*

boss: *grins* Coffee?