I hate it but the company is within its rights to do whatever it wants with a vehicle they own/lease.

I can sympathize with you though. Back when we lived in Florida I spent late August-the last week of September I wad flying back and forth from Silicon Valley dodging the hurricanes that pt a "X" on central Florida. The second trip was bad as I flew out at 8am but didn't land until the Bears season opener had just finished. So 2 weeks later we fly out on a Saturday afternoon and I make it very clear that we're going in at 7am (10am EDT) to get shite done so my Sunday isn't fricked up. I get into the office at 6:45 and just tear through my shite. I'm about 75% done when the group casually walks in at 9 and takes their time. I sat there for an hour because no once could leave until everything was finished. I go ahead and watched that old slowass ESPN game tracker and missed a quarter before ending up at Dave & Busters two blocks away. (Company policy allowed me to run that freaking bill up...and I did.)

Wednesday comes and somebody started bitching about me listening to sports radio. Boss threatens auditing computer records and we bet into an argument about the lazy asses on Sunday. I STFU and sandbagged that day and the next. Prior to all this I had made a deal to go as long as it didn't affect my trip to Chicago on Friday. So Friday morning comes, I check out of the hotel, and give a big "frick you" to the lazyasses by turning the nicest of the shared rentals in at the airport.

Chicago was great...my first time at Wrigley was ironically Sosa's last. Grossman got hurt that Sunday just as I was ordering the shitload of food so the Bears game I went to ended up being terrible with TO being peak a-hole. And to top it off on the flight back I had to loudly tell the younger black lady to turn her damn phone off as the plane was rolling down the runway after 10 minutes of hinting and dirty looks. Of course MCO was a bigger shithole after hurricane 4 went through.

So yeah... you may hate it but there are ways to get a bit of that off your chest going the other way.