I hate everybody
Today, I hate everybody.
Construction up the block woke me up early this morning. For days and days (all last week), they didn't work on the 19th Street project, but this morning, they started at 6 am? Drilling near the water main, so every pipe in the house rattled.
I left my breakfast sitting on the kitchen counter--my fault. So I walked up to the Union for some croissants and some coffee to cheer me up. No croissants. The kid in the bakery just shrugged when I asked him why. There are chunks of burned milk in my cafe au lait. Not my fault.
Outside my office, they're tearing up the road behind the building...and they're getting ready to rip out the little tree outside my window. The lovely little tree that provides me shade in the summer and a place for birds and skwerls to hang out. Where will Stumpy come to get my apple cores when the tree is gone? And it's not like I can complain--they're ripping out the tree to put in a new handicap entrance to the building, which is desperately needed.
Also, there are people who need to communicate with me who aren't. Who just aren't saying anything important that needs to be said.
Of course, it could be worse. I could be unemployed or homeless or in need of a handicap entrance or starving in Somalia or chained by the neck in a Columbian jungle or or or. It could be a lot worse, but that doesn't make me hate everybody less. It makes me hate everybody more.
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Oh yeah, I love these kind of days <eyeroll>. The only good thing about them is when they're over with. And there's always the hope that by a lot of bad things happening in one day, you'll be relatively trouble-free for a few days afterward.
Hopefully.
I'm sorry you are feeling this way, Redz. Let me be a comfort and tell you that the older you get the more you will feel this way.
I find myself saying quite frequently "I hate people and I wish they were all dead."
Not pleasant, but what can we do? DIE EVERYONE!!! ;)
DITTO.
I just got back from an aborted bank mission.
Monday after a holiday, oh IM SORRY I have checks to deposit for the biz.
People streaming into the bank, no I'll do my normal drive through, ooooh line of cars @ drive through, okay, I'll be patient and wait. Oh 2 cars in each lane and the 2 people in front of me do what I like to do---wait in the middle, single file, so that the next person ACTUALLY gets to go NEXT. 3rd in single fil line. People single file behind me. Oh but ONE person thinks that she deserves to go to the front of the line so she gets OUT of single file line and jumps in front of me & person in front of me. YOURE SPECIAL, THAT'S OBVIOUS. Fucker. Then Ancient Lady is just plain confused and comes up on the other side, toward the closed lane at the bank window. So she's obviously jumping in to the other lane ahead of about 6 other people too. SCREW THIS I'll come back later. OMG where do these people get off thinking that everyone is piling into ONE particular lane and that they are the only ones who see that the other lane is empty-ish? Hello!
there, I feel better.
Not really because I still have to go back.
and I still have to do payroll.
and billing.
fuck this shit.
no wonder I woke up with a familiar feeling of dread and despair.
*sob*
poor Stumpy. :(
Assholes.
Go Grampa Redz!
Ha....I've been learning from my dad, too. :P
Fuckheads.
I so agree. I want to bitch-slap those people who are always going on about how I should be counting my blessings. I want to smack them and yell, "BLESS THIS!"
It's Monday and July which means annoying errands and hot as Vulcan's dick. When I was a student of Taoism, in July of 2004, I had to drive my mom somewhere (well, I didn't have to, I did it for her willingly, normally) and I was cussing at the way other people drive. My mom said that I certainly wasn't being zen. I informed her that when it was above 95 degrees out, there was no such thing as zen. She started laughing and so did I.
I think on Mondays in July, there is no such thing as zen, or patience, or serenity, unless you live in the southern hemisphere, and then it's Mondays in January (their summer).
And about the tree: that would piss me off too. It should be the law that you have a living tree (planted outside) to look at while at work. Either that or Denzel Washington naked.
i know i keep leaving the same, boring comment, but i can't help it--you really are just so satisfying to read. i look forward to redzilla posts.