Irrational Anger
I'm pissed off. In all honesty I don't think I can really explain why if someone were to ask, I just know that I'm pissed off. I've spent the best part of the day playing silly buggers with my imbecile-like employers who refuse to find an efficient way of allocating shifts to its 150 employees, which subsequently causes three-hour long queues of people anxious to get the 'good' Sunday shifts that get you time and a half. Plus some people think it's acceptable to push in willy nilly even though SOME people have had to wait patiently for an hour beforehand, and blah blah blah. I think that that's a good enough reason for anyone to be slightly miffed.
Some days - especially the ones that start off well - all it takes is one annoying or negative thing to ruin your entire day. Like, missing a phone call from THAT boy, or getting splashed, nay, saturated in ditchwater by a bus on a rainy day and knowing that somewhere that driver is screwing up his fat little face with laughter at that idiot girl on a bike (I like the challenge that comes with cycling in non-conducive weather, so sue me); or better still, waking up happy with that I've-slept-enough feeling and you think it's Saturday and then you promptly realised that actually you've just overslept and it's Friday, and now you're going to be late. Today, I woke up a blank canvas for the arse of misfortune to shit on.
After a rushed and somewhat troublesome journey in to get my shifts (my little bike was proving harder than usual for me to ride. Found out later that that was due to a semi-flat tyre. It's ok, I've dealt with it now thanks for your concern.)I was messed about and told to come back an hour and a half later. In order to make sense of my time, I went to chase up some money I'm owed by The Man at my university, however they just told me to come back next week. Lazy tarts. And then I decided to take a chill pill and go have some soup in the nearby warm lovely veggie cafe...which I preceeded to spill inexplicably over myself. Of course I only noticed the spillages when I got up to get a drink and had to walk past a table of hotties who probably all saw my mess and had a good old giggle at the gal in the jeans with mushed lentils spattered sporadically about the place. Probably not, but you know how it gets when you're ticked off and little irritations keep popping up and you internalise EVERYTHING. That's pretty much where I was at the time. Just embarrassed, pissed off and subsequently angry, angry, angry.
However, writing this has somewhat calmed me. This blog has become a little vent for me. A sanctuary where I can siphon off some of my idiosyncracies and launch them into cyberspace. It helps that it's snowing outside, and there's just something about snow that always warms my cockles. Especially when I know that I'm nice and warm inside whilst that fat faced bus driver is shuddering in his little driving booth somewhere on the main road. It's called karma my good friend.
Some days - especially the ones that start off well - all it takes is one annoying or negative thing to ruin your entire day. Like, missing a phone call from THAT boy, or getting splashed, nay, saturated in ditchwater by a bus on a rainy day and knowing that somewhere that driver is screwing up his fat little face with laughter at that idiot girl on a bike (I like the challenge that comes with cycling in non-conducive weather, so sue me); or better still, waking up happy with that I've-slept-enough feeling and you think it's Saturday and then you promptly realised that actually you've just overslept and it's Friday, and now you're going to be late. Today, I woke up a blank canvas for the arse of misfortune to shit on.
After a rushed and somewhat troublesome journey in to get my shifts (my little bike was proving harder than usual for me to ride. Found out later that that was due to a semi-flat tyre. It's ok, I've dealt with it now thanks for your concern.)I was messed about and told to come back an hour and a half later. In order to make sense of my time, I went to chase up some money I'm owed by The Man at my university, however they just told me to come back next week. Lazy tarts. And then I decided to take a chill pill and go have some soup in the nearby warm lovely veggie cafe...which I preceeded to spill inexplicably over myself. Of course I only noticed the spillages when I got up to get a drink and had to walk past a table of hotties who probably all saw my mess and had a good old giggle at the gal in the jeans with mushed lentils spattered sporadically about the place. Probably not, but you know how it gets when you're ticked off and little irritations keep popping up and you internalise EVERYTHING. That's pretty much where I was at the time. Just embarrassed, pissed off and subsequently angry, angry, angry.
However, writing this has somewhat calmed me. This blog has become a little vent for me. A sanctuary where I can siphon off some of my idiosyncracies and launch them into cyberspace. It helps that it's snowing outside, and there's just something about snow that always warms my cockles. Especially when I know that I'm nice and warm inside whilst that fat faced bus driver is shuddering in his little driving booth somewhere on the main road. It's called karma my good friend.
posted by KJT at 5:02 pm
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