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What Made You Angry Today?

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I was angry about the people in the train. It was really stuffed and they all had their bikes. They just put them there and vanished somewhere else to find a seat. ...with the consequence that a guy in a wheelchair who got on board on the following station had almost no place to get in. :mad:
 
Someone's gaslighting. Said someone pisses me off because she's both younger and in position of power, twists about everything I say just to play power games and has been doing that for months, and I'm seriously about to quit on her. If she wasn't a way to get to someone I care for & am responsible for I'd have told her to eff off or walked out already.

De-messing complex control situations is such a ride.
 
I feel snarky. I am just owning the feeling then cleansing it. I want to say a few biting words and flex. I must be afraid on some level.

Ok...I am angry because I look a wild wreck and do not know where the hades I am in relationship to a salon or pedicure place. Tomorrow, I may travel hours on a unfamiliar bus, in an unfamiliar direction...looking like the mad professor that I am (hair cropped, thick angled tuffs of waves sprouting in all different directions), with cutting ingrown toe nails and chipped red paint boldly exposed in the only pair of shoes that made it so far in my boxes. Teva sandals...geesh.

Yes, I know not earth shattering unless you are looking at places to rent, a slop job and scare people with your un-kept woolly self! :wideeyed::devilish: Darn this need to be socially acceptable during crisis. Where is my trash body bag anyway?
 
I was at work, trailer showed up to be offloaded, broke the security seal, took the trip sheet and manifest then went back into my dock to start filling out the paperwork.

BUZZZZ!

Stupid obnoxiously loud door buzzer sounds. My desk is less than 10 feet from the door. For the 10,000th time I jumped out of my skin, even after years of hearing that stupid thing go off several times a day. It still scares the crap of me on occasion.

I open the door with my pass card to let in the driver I who I have told 10 times and now for the 11th time I say to him, "Stop ringing that damn buzzer! I was right there!"

I point to the desk a few feet behind me, then said. "Why can't you just knock on the door? I know you are here, I just took your paperwork from you outside, remember? Where do you think I went? It's not like I didn't know you were coming in. You have to. It's the SOP, just like it was last time you were here, and the time before that. Why do you think today would be any different?" As usual the guy just stands there with his arms folded.

I continue, "why is this such a difficult thing to do? Why do I have to repeat the same instructions to the same people, day after day, after day. Bloody sick of it. STOP IT!"

The guy looks me right the eyes and says, "buddy, can I go to the washroom?"

I said "Really? It's over there, try not to fall in." :mad:

I hate my job. :banghead:
 
That I'm still waiting on some rather vital to me messages. There's types of waiting that simply suck.

On another hand I'm distracting it by meeting new people and rather pleased about that.

And pleased I found me a therapist, even if it's online. I can do online. To what degree I don't yet know, but at least it removes all the risks I'm afraid of in person.
 
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