Have you ever woken up angry? Wait, let me rephrase that question. Have you ever woke up angry for no reason? Yeah, me too.
I was not in the best of moods yesterday. It was one of those times where the littlest of things would set me off. Whenever I have a day like that, I tend to burrow myself in my little hole in the wall and just work my way past it. Thankfully, alot of my job is handled talking to people on the phone so I can gesticulate rudely, relieving some of the built up stress, and no one knows any better.
On these days my irritability factor is in the negative. For example, can someone please explain to me why the folks and McDonalds ask you what kind of sauce you want for your chicken nuggets when you order, yet fail to put it in your bag each and every time? And why in the world to the people who make picture frames, put the price sticking on the FRONT of the frame, smack dab in the middle of the glass? I've just barely touched the surface (I didn't want this to turn into a full fledged rant and show you my true lunatic colors).
I remember one time I was talking to a person who needed a slap upside the head, and I was able to give it to them, virtually speaking of course. I tell you there is nothing like a 43-year-old woman flapping her arms and acting like a gorilla. I would discourage pounding your chest though. It brings on coughing spells that make your co-workers come running to see what's wrong.
When I am stressed, my stomach tends to make a lot of noise. And if I were honest, I would tell you that my stomach makes alot of noise, whether aided by stress or not. I was sitting in a meeting, next to yet another co-worker, when my stomach decided to play a scene right out of Aliens team up with Lizzie Borden and take on Godzilla. He looked over at me, then down and my stomach and asked, "Should I be afraid?"
I replied in my best Jack Nicholson voice, "run, run for your life." He doesn't talk to me much anymore.
A little while ago one of my co-workers said in an out loud, under her breath kind of voice, "it's a wonder none of us in this group have ended up in the loony bin." I replied, "It's not so bad there, you get your own room."
I'm fairly good at working my way back from the ugly side. It's not too hard, not only because I'm certifiable, but because it just takes too much energy to stay angry. And face it, when you work with the folks I do, it's hard to stay mad long.
And if I every have any lingering anger by the time I get home, it's wiped clean off the slate when a certain little seven year old comes up to me with something carefully wrapped in tissue paper.
"It's for you Mama, because you need an early Christmas present." That little face is looking up at me with great big, trusting brown eyes that are so full of love I'm completely swallowed whole. When I slowly unwrap the present, I find that I am staring at "Gary" who is Sponge Bob's beloved pet snail. It also happens to be one of my daughter's favorite stuffed animal that she sleeps with every night.
I ask you this my beloved readers, how can anyone stay mad after that?
Comments
Look on the bright side. It could have been a real snail :oO lol.
Posted by: Scooby Doo at December 14, 2005 07:46 PM
How indeed? What a sweet gesture. You are a lucky momma!
Posted by: Heather at December 14, 2005 09:55 PM
Some wise Englishman (Chesterton?) said, "The chief end of all human endeavor is to be happy at home".
Sounds like you're doing fine.
Posted by: john cowart at December 15, 2005 05:19 AM
Hard to stay pissed off when you are staring just how blessed you are right in the face.
Posted by: Omnibus Driver at December 15, 2005 10:25 AM
She is turning out to be a very pretty young lady. I emailed you about the party and meeting Livey, you get it? Cat
Posted by: Catfish at December 15, 2005 12:43 PM
Yeah it's real funny how you can be mad as heck but when your youngest comes up to you and says stuff like that or in my case my nephew comes up to give me a hug, it's hard to stay mad at all...
*hugs to the all of ya - yeah even ward :P*
Posted by: Gopher at December 15, 2005 01:33 PM