What Made You Angry Today?

[Anrish]

@Cashew: Sorry to hear that you feel so horrible...*hands you boxing gloves and a punch ball* ...might that help?

I got angry by...the day itself.

 

[Ronin]

@Anrish, thank you. Always does! I'll have so many uses for that one.

The day'll roll over soon. (And we have to wait less than if we were, say, in Murrca. True, we'd have more fun in Australia, buut. Time zones = mini wonder.) So here's hope the remaining ones bring comfort to you.

 

[Britt.f7]

That I hurt my thumb in it's base joint on my right hand. Now I can't color which soothes me.

 

[Ronin]

Someone for whom a passport just wasn't good enough ID and kept saying how not-ID it is.

Fiance summed it up as 'commie country', cracked me up hard, and anger-ish feelings vanished.

Also a few morons of past few days, but it's a different day today, so I'm not dwelling on any of it. Dwelling comes when I actually have time for it.

 

[Neverthesame]

So, I had one of those days when I can't seem to go more than 5 minutes without giving myself a minor cut or bruise. Not intensionally, just distracted and clumsy.

Started when I had to pull a case of chicken meat off the top of a pallet, because it was too tall to fit through the door to the chill room I was trying to put it in. No big fuss, happens every day.

For whatever reason as I lowered the box, it folded in the middle. Causing the cardboard lid to flip up, and tap me on the nose. Barely felt anything, but suddenly, bloody nose. Ran to sink, dealt with nosebleed. 15 minutes later, it stopped bleeding, cleaned up my mess, back to work I went.

A little after that I got a small cut on my thumb, nothing bad. Walked to first aid kit next to my desk for a band-aid.

What do I see?

Once again some complete pollock, had at some point cut themselves, then got blood all over the outside of the thing. :bored:

I open it up and see that the prick has managed to put a bunch of bloody fingerprints on half the stuff in there. Probably picking up every box to see which one had the band-aids in it. :mad:

To add insult to injury, they left the bloody wrapper in the kit! The f*cking garbage can is six feet away!:banghead:

Why do people do this?
What is so hard to understand about why we shouldn't come into contact with other peoples blood?

If you bleed on it, throw it out! Why is this a thing? :grumpy:

 

[Queen Boudica]

That Rosie Batty has stood up and said the abuse in detention centres of women and children is not OK, and the furore created, people accusing her of being a fake, it was her own fault that her son died, she has no right to say this. Oh and the man brigade who are so determined to beat her down because she is campaigning about violence against women. The ignorant, hateful comments against a woman who has suffered so much and is trying to make something good come out of it.

 

[jaccat]

@Neverthesame sounds just like my workplace (and I get days like those too).

 

[Anrish]

Some jerk in the woods with a dog. I like dogs but I never know how some stranger's dog will react to a person on a bike...so I rang my bell, once, twice...and after the third time, the jerk was pissed off and made some impolite gestures and threw me evil glances but still didn't call back his dog....:banghead::arghh;

 

[Lionheart]

Doctor, hospital, and pharmacy care that I received yesterday and today, really has me PO'd, they were very inept at their jobs. Also, no one called my emergency contact to let my family know I was being transported to the hospital for a possible heart attack and they were worried sick about me.

 

[Ronin]

So very very short notice about a couple of things. I handle being Not Ready just so well. Similarly as relying on other people. Jeez. One of those times trust and knowing they're people I can rely on doesn't even remotely cut it. Victory of the day being I made myself write about it.

 

[Gadgie]

I was doing fine today, doing some cleaning up, when I came across a photo of my late wife, with her kids.

That set me off on a downer, as it was them who turned her against me in her last week of living, and took all our life savings, along with "everything else of value" which left me broke, so I couldn't afford to pay for the headstone for her grave?

Ten months later, they out up a headstone, but never mentioned husband or wife on it.

All they put in it was "much loved mother and gran". So you can understand my anger upon finding that photo! They never came to see her much, during her least seven years when she was bed bound, yet walked away with everything!!!

 

[Neverthesame]

(Quick foreword, this degenerated into a rant. I'm going to leave it up and post it, because it felt good to let it out. Anything further I write about this person. I will take it to it's own thread.)

I wrote an email to my narcissistic wanker of a boss, about a safety policy.

Did my best to phrase in such a way as to not irritate the prick. No answer.

Took me a while but I figured out why. I forgot to make it sound like it was his idea.

I was polite enough not to icur his wrath, but nothing will be done about it, because he's so f*cking threatened by anyone who dares to say anything but.

"Great idea boss! Your so amazing, talented, not pathetic or vomit inducing. I am so glad to have to smell your cheap cologne from a mile off. Listen to you carry on endlessly about the basics of a job I have been doing for over 8 years. Because I am so f*cking incompetent at it. So you can stroke your pathetic ego and live in your bizarre power fantasy of a man who supervises a small department of a stupid warehouse job."

Pause for breath.

"Remember that time you got sent home? What was it for again? Oh yeah. Insubordination. Because you didn't want to do your job that day because it was cold out. Welcome to f*cking Canada moron. I'm a f*cking immigrant, what's your excuse?"

Another breath.

"Let's not forget the time you tried to deny a requested day off I put in, because I was taking my mother into the hospital for cancer surgery. And the colossal tantrum you threw about it after you were overridden by your boss. Who told you to shut up and stop being an asshole."

(Mums doing very well, by the way. I also want to note that I would have just skipped work if he had actually managed to deny the day off. Mum's more important.)

"Fortunately for you, I am actually an adult. One that is capable of forethought. This is the thing that prevents me from wiping the stupid arrogant look off your face, with my fist. You are not worth it. You will never be worth it. The more you act a spoiled little bully, the more I want to laugh in your face. Pathetic. Little. Narcissist. f*ck you."

Ah, that felt good.