What Makes You Angry Today?

[Friday]

Hey... I can't find my pants most days.

 

[FieldArtilleryGuy]

I lost it by the pool but couldn't find it near where I was. Somehow it ended up in a bush between my apt and the pool. I used an app to find it (go figure, they have an app for that). Have you checked the floor in my room yet Friday? Jk.

 

[combatgoldfish]

Hey... I can't find my pants most days.

:eek:

Forgot I had an appt today at the VA. So I looked the the schedule and thought f*ck it we'll have enough people to cover if I leave at 1. f*ck no. Someone always to f*ck it up. First someone calls out then next I have a meeting that's required to be conmpleted today that's three f*ckin hours long from 1-3.

So the va has been calling me and of course if I call back I don't get to someone and end up on hold all f*ckin day. I still don't have my meds but they were nice enough to send me a letter letting me know they switched my medication to something else but whatever the hell that is, I aint f*ckin got.

 

[Friday]

The Not To Do List

Don't shoot my ex. Don't torch my house. Don't shoot myself. Don't take medication outlawed for causing heart attacks because it's the only pain med in the house and everything f*cking hurts right now. Don't bitch slap my father. Don't thumb a ride to Texas or any other ongoing clusterf*ck no matter how broke, bored, or pissed off I happen to be.

The drywall has an imprint of my forehead.

Don't be stupid.

 

[Friday]

The sheer amount of effort it takes not to be stupid.

 

[Friday]

Petty gripe #263... My parents have decided to go on the warpath over how. I. sign. my. name.

Because, really. That's what's important.

And, you know, I'm what? 5? What world do people live in? How is this even on their radar, much less something to kick into screaming, threats, & ultimatums? :banghead:

 

[vikingr24]

I am getting really red assed about my boss. I let him have it yesterday. On a global conference call, he started out by addressing me as "Mr." With that slightest bit of acid on his tongue. And of course, what he addressed me for had nothing to do with what I am supposed to be doing. It is not my AO nor is it my MOS, asshole.

Today I still have a case of the PTSD ass. I gotta hurt somebody and that somebody will usually be me. Sonofabitch. If he was in the room where I was, they'd still be trying to get my hands off his neck.

Whew. There. Feeling better......

 

[Raven]

I did a job interview today to become a beauty consultant for a high-end cosmetics brand.

My qualifications? Tutorials on Youtube and in fashion magazines. She told me straight up I'm the "wild card" candidate. What's that even supposed to mean?

I don't know. Interviews make me angry.

 

[Friday]

Lol... Wildcard means they f*cking liked you, and want to bring you on, even if on paper there's no way in hell.

I'm completely with you on job interviews. I think I've only ever gotten maybe 1 or 2 jobs I've interviewed for. Everything else I've either laterally thunked my way in, or signed on the dotted line / been recruited. My ex was in tech, used to interview as practice. Blew my mind. Applying for jobs he didn't even want just to practice? Shoot me, first!

 

[Raven]

My employment history is kind of all over the place. From the Army to selling books to the publishing industry to real estate.

I'm a little intimidated because all the other candidates are coming in from other high end cosmetics companies, or at least they've worked independently as professional makeup artists.

Some of the questions they ask are really stupid.

 

[spc_ralph]

f*cking neighbors. Called the cops for a domestic, and after they leave (didn't do shit, fed me some bullshit about thin walls amplifying noise) the assholes upstairs threw a fit and started stomping and banging on the walls. f*ck it, next time I hope they kill each other, in the mean time I better keep the doors locked and the 45 close by.

 

[Raven]

f*cking neighbors. Called the cops for a domestic, and after they leave (didn't do shit, fed me some bullshit about thin walls amplifying noise) the assholes upstairs threw a fit and started stomping and banging on the walls. f*ck it, next time I hope they kill each other, in the mean time I better keep the doors locked and the 45 close by.

Tell him she brought home another man while he was at work.