my bad.
Now you know you’re not in for the sweetest day when you start it with a nice bout of road rage. I’ll be real a good 70% was my fault and the other part - well don’t think you’re entitled to have ME do anything if you’re going to get REAL nasty in less than a second. HELL NO! If you get ugly about it - well dammit - dependin on my mood - I’m susceptible to regression.
No one got hurt or anything but let’s just say there was a lot of horn honking, fist waving and me blowing him a raspberry during his most ardent display of fury. Alright so I was like 8. Fuck it - I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.
fuck you sir.
now fuck off.
I hopped out of my car and knew that my blood pressure had gone up considerably. No it wasn’t worth it. No it was unnecessary - but hell it happened.
Then I get to work and hell - I checked a co-worker on her sloppy work which I had to go to court for today. It would have remained just a bristling hostility but she kept coming around asking me if I did this or did that. Finally, I had enough and called her on her shit. Then I had to go to court for this case. I wasn’t even dressed appropriately because I didn’t expect to have to go. After all, this shit was her mess. So I called the kid, caregiver, therapist and got the 411 on what’s been going on. Mind you it’s a brand new case for me. So then off to court where I argued with minor’s attorney that thought more of the HOSTILE WINDBAG that was Mom’s atty then what the 13 year old told me on the phone that she wanted today….WTF? Since when did we decide that 13 years old was not old enough to say whether you want to have visitation with your Mother? Especially when your Grandmother has been caring for you since you were 5? Whatever - I let her know how I felt about that as well in front of the WINDBAG. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on too. I told that co-worker at court to stop talking crap about me to everyone (they were coming up telling me WHILE I was at court) and to drop it now because I would have to do the work on it anyways since my supervisor didn’t make sure the shit was done before it was transferred to me. Fucking ridiculous.
Damn. A lot of fucking going on today and none of it was pleasurable.
I’m fed up. I think I’m a bit overwhelmed at work right now. Too many things that need to be done and too little time to do it in. I’m heading in early tomorrow to deal with it but there’s some kind of potluck for fat head toddler (supv) because it’s his last week. I’m NOT participating in this as I don’t feel that he deserves any kudos for not doing shit, giving all of us shit and then walking out having passed probation to ensure he remains a supervisor.
Believe me I’m not that bitter. I’m just sick of it.
Food. Well it was actually cool until I got home… but I’m not sweating it - nothing too heinous.
I ran into a good friend at Court today and she and I went for a bite afterwards. It was good to catch up with her. She’s a great gal and one of those stress free friends that even if you don’t hook up with them for 6 months - you all can talk and catch up within minutes and it’s all good.
Yawn. It’s already 8:15pm - can you believe it. I just got home about 45 minutes ago. Gotta get to bed early so that I can get there earlier tomorrow.
I guess being a shit today didn’t help my situation. I could have been nicer to the ‘can’t stop holding my horn down because you didn’t move the second you saw me asshole driver’ and the incompetent co-worker. I didn’t do so great today on my tolerance and compassion skills.
But I fucking use those everyday so fuck it if I missed a day.
but it did fuck up my day kinda.
be nice annie.
no more road rage annie.
eat better annie.
stop talking so much shit annie.
or at least do it where no one can hear
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June 24th, 2008 at 11:31 pm
After reading your blogs, I just wanna say, that I think you are someone I could relate to. U r brutally honest and I think that’s awesome
June 25th, 2008 at 12:00 am
***HUG Annie***
June 25th, 2008 at 12:13 am
You are too much!! Me and my car are just an accident waiting to happen. I’ve actually started slamming on my brakes when someone tailgates me!!! Ah, I’m such a bitch and love every minute of it. You go girl.
Stefanie
June 25th, 2008 at 11:23 am
I sincerely hope you have some vacation time planned in the VERY near future, luv.
Hugs,
Z
June 25th, 2008 at 9:22 pm
Annie, I once got out of my car at the middle of an intersection and went and banged on the window of an old guy behind me who had hooted his horn and made mean gestures at me for not taking the turn fast enough. It was a right turn, which overseas is like your left, across traffic. I had had the worst day ever, and this old guy was the cherry on the cake. He looked so alarmed when I got out of the car! There was a Kwela-kwela (African taxi) parked across the street, and all the passengers were hanging out of the windows watching our drama unfold, and they shouted at me, “Give it to ‘im, lady!” I did.
Annie, you sound like you need some down time….a good hike this week-end maybe?
Rubes
June 25th, 2008 at 9:23 pm
Nothin’ I hate more in driving than tail-gaters. It’s dangerous and it’s just plain stupid and annoying. I’m with thecalamitykid. I slow down when I get tail-gated. Go slower and slower and slower. Have been known to actually stop. I figure at that stage they’re either going to pass me and go annoy/tailgate someone else or else they’ll stop and get out of their car, at which time I’ll drive off fast.
heh heh and blowing those bastards a kiss can be even more irritating to them than a raspberry.
childish? me?
June 26th, 2008 at 2:03 am
I always have road rage. Cannot stand a**hole drivers and I let them know. We have a very high population of Filipino drivers here on the island, and they are the WORST drivers in the world. I apologize to any feelings I may hurt here, but it is the truth. They tailgate so close you can smell their breath and drive like maniacs. I hate tail gaters with a passion and will do as feathers does and slow down to a crawl, not to mention flip them the bird in my rear view mirror for them to see. My DH has a fit, figures one day someone will pull a gun on me…