2007-11-02
grrrrrr
I am having one of those days when I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to chit chat, I don’t want to know how someone’s day is going, I want to be left alone. I know why I feel like this. It’s because I generally don’t like people and today the human species is grating hard on my very last nerves.
It started with the pack of wild plumbers parking in the handicapped space at the gas station having their morning shit shoot. No, none of them were handicapped placard wielding vehicles either, I checked. I mostly checked because I wanted to make sure when I yelled “nice job parking in the handicapped spot assholes!” that I was correct in saying (screaming) it. Had the main offending van had Handi-capable-man I would have been a bit more forgiving. Not only that, but I would have taken a number, because I am a firm supporter in hiring my kind. That’s right, we handicapped folks need to stick together. Ok, it’s not that, I just love the bumper sticker I saw once that said “hire the handicapped, they’re fun to watch!” Am I fun to watch? I don’t know, come watch me work if you want … just don’t fucking speak to me, ‘kay?
Geeze, when I started writing this I was only annoyed with one co-irker, but now I’m annoyed with two.
Yesterday Gutshow came to my office to do a dramatic one act play called “Old dog put down.” The opening line was how it’s been a week since she took her dog to her demise. It was delivered with deep intensity and self pity. I commented that she should stop torturing herself by thinking that way. In response (ok, in interruption) she became hostile, told me that I have no right to tell her how to feel, that I have no idea HOW she feels, and some other nasty petty shit.
I told her she was right, she can feel however she wants, I’m sorry ….
And I’m done talking to her. Had she said “I can’t believe she’s been gone a week” I would not have said anything but “I’m sorry.” Being self-torturing about what happened is not good. You know, unless the world revolves around you and you love to wallow in your misery and drag anyone down with you in reach. Her life is so much harder than anyone else, her losses are so much worse than anyone else, and I’m so fucking tired of it.
The other irker is T. She has turned into the crazy neighbor lady who calls the police on everyone and contacts her alderman suggesting ordinances to be passed in her city. Now I could care less that she does all this. I do care that she tells me all of this. I also hate that I can’t flat out tell her that I think she’s completely nuts. She just sent me an article from a big city in the state that has started impounding cars that play their music too loud. I don’t know what is worse, that she spends her time looking up this crap or that she thinks it’s a great idea. Let’s pull over some teenage white boy playing gangster rap and let the speeding drunk go by! Woo hoo!
Only three hours and 53 minutes until I get out of this place.