Mar 02 2007
So this is how the end of the rope looks like…
It’s been a frustrating week. A “stay away from me because I am holding on to sanity and civility by the tips of my fingernails” week. A “one more thing, and I am going to start screaming” week. One of those weeks. And since it is considered inappropriate for 30-year-olds to throw temper tantrums in public, I am going to throw one here (in cyberspace, can they hear you scream?). Consider yourself warned.
Things that have been annoying me this week:
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Inconsiderate coworkers. I am tired of being understanding. I don’t care how hormonal you are or who pissed you off, don’t take it out on me. I have feelings, too.
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Plans that fall through. I am driving to Illinois to a meeting all by my lonesome on Monday, because my friend has too much work and cannot go. I understand her situation, but I am still upset that she bailed on me at the last minute. Wah.
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Powers that are. I am not sure what they are using to think, but I strongly suspect it’s not their brains.
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Being ignored. I am not stupid. My opinions and suggestions are valid. If you don’t intend to listen to them, please don’t ask me what I think. Don’t waste my time and yours.
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Kidlets. DemonChild, throwing a temper tantrum every time something does not go your way is not endearing. Squeeker, there is no possible way we can hold you all the time. Life is not fair, please get used to it.
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Bad weather. Today matched my mood. Driving to and from work, I lost control of the Jetta twice. Fortunately, God was watching over me, and both times I got control back before other traffic appeared. Many were not so lucky.
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Spouse. He was more collateral damage than anything – by the time I got home in the evenings, everything was irritating me, and BelovedSpouse was there and a handy target.
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Myself. Because I just don’t have enough other things to drive me up the wall.
Once it stops snowing tonight, I am going to go and take out my aggression on some innocent snow. Yay for channeling my destructive urges, I guess.
One Response to “So this is how the end of the rope looks like…”
I wanted to smack my entire class of 45 this morning, because they produced “that red one” beautifully, but just looked at me blankly when confronted with “___ green ____”. Hello, this is not rocket science! (Although, considering they’re engineering majors, they might do better at rocket science than English …)
Then in my afternoon class, I found out that their books, due to a misprint, are missing a few crucial lines of dialog. (Oops!) So maybe their teacher should be more understanding …
How is this relevant? I’m not sure … maybe the frustration of having 45 people look at you like you’re speaking Swahili, when you’re actually speaking very simple English.
Anyway, hope things get better for you.