Friday, February 29th, 2008
it happens to the best of us.
I have had one of “those” days. & because of that, I am mad at the whole world. Anything that breathes, moves or makes a sound, I am mad at you. Anything that eats, sleeps or drinks, I am mad at you. Alright, truthfully… no, I am not that mad, but I am quite mad. I had a horrible day & I am wearing it like a bright pink shirt in the middle of a snow storm. If you’d like to know, my day consisted of:
1.) Waking up. Not that I am not blessed to have another day, because I am, truly. But the fact that I must waste precious time at a job that no longer cares about me (which I’ll explain in a minute) made it impossible for me to get out of bed. I was scrambling & cursing, trying to figure out how I can possibly get ready in, oh, 10 minutes. Miraculously, I surprise myself every time when I do. But still, I am grumpy & unwilling by the time I am in my car.
2.) Work. I am — excuse my language, please — fucking through. I have had it up to here. My ridiculous boss decided to double cross me & then act as though she didn’t realize she did. The nerve of this woman. I have decided that nice girls do finish last as of today, so I am going to be the mean girl. I am quitting my job as of Saturday. I am going to tell this woman that I have a bone to pick with her & show her where she can stick it. I am tired of the mind games & the drama. They have sucked me completely & entirely dry. (Fortunately, my husband fills me back up again.) I am also tired of subjecting myself to sitting indoors when it’s absolutely gorgeous outside. California is having beautiful weather & I want to be in the sunshine. The only thing I will regret is showing everyone up outfit-wise. Other than that, good riddance.
3.) I was about to bitch about my Gevalia coffee pot, thinking that I had ordered the wrong one… but Jonathan is much more patient than I am & he discovered that it is, indeed, the proper fit. Thinking about how long we have gone without coffee in our apartment — since Christmas — & having to drive all the way to flipping Starbucks to get our caffeine fix (I truly loathe Starbucks, for they are killing the rainforest. Or so said one of my clients about a year ago while I was cutting his hair & I have chosen to believe him because it sounds like something Starbucks would do) makes me grit my teeth. But… no need to bitch in this paragraph because all is well with our Gevalia coffee pot.
4.) I love my doggie, Sofie Aiko, to pieces but she has been acting quite strange lately. Humping my legs, whimpering & clawing at my feet because she wants me to pick her up. She is being clingy & unrelenting. She requires my full attention & if I don’t give in to her she cries & protests like she is dying. As though she is a 3 year old child having a tantrum. Regretfully, I am annoyed with her, while, at the same time, I am thanking God that I don’t have children.
What does one do when they are consumed with frustration & four lettered words? Well, I do this, obviously. I also took it upon myself to shave every inch of me, which made me feel absolutely luxurious. Also, I prepared a delicious hashbrown casserole for dinner tonight; the only Stepford Wife moment I have had all day. Otherwise, you could find me driving like a maniac, cursing at poor, old grandpas because they were driving too slow, (don’t be too alarmed, my windows were rolled up & hopefully they were hard of seeing or else they could read my lips) & then, taking out all of my aggression on the bathroom door. I hate showing this side of myself because I really am very sweet. I am polite & kind & sometimes way too friendly. I have a tendency of getting walked on on accident because I cater to people, hoping that they will cater to me. Really, I am this way. But there is something inside of me that is always trying to get out. This mean, agitated, “I’m not going to take anybody’s crap today” kind of attitude that comes over me & I indulge in it, because it only happens every so often. I must admit that even though it’s horrible, cursing is my guilty pleasure. The f-bomb is something I say far too much… I really should wash my mouth with soap, but I am only human. & humans do get angry. It happens to the best of us. Even me!
Now I am feeling okay. I have expressed all of my discontentment & it is no longer bottled up inside of my chest. I am in a very comfortable silk nightgown that my mother gave me, imported from China. I have a casserole cooking in the oven that is the epitome of comfort food. My legs are soft & shaved. & I finally can make a single teacup of coffee without feeling like I am Starbucks junkie. Although… I will miss my cinnamon dolce latte with soy.
on Friday, February 29th, 2008 at 7:19 am:
wow! that last paragraph was creamy smooth. You have my attention.