Baker's fury.

If I were just a little bit more mentally unstable than I am right now, I might just put a few bulletholes in the POS oven we have in this place.  14 cups of homemade granola, burnt to a blackened crisp.  The oven was set to 300 degrees.  The thermometer that I put in there read 300 degrees.  I put the baking sheets full of nuts, seeds, oats and goodness in the oven, and when I came back ten minutes later to stir them (halfway through the cooking time), the thermometer read 475 degrees, and my delicious, nutritious and somewhat costly granola had become chicken food.  I want to scream, cry, and break things.  I used to last of my sunflower seeds in it.  I need a hug.