What Goes Up, Must Come Down....
I'm back to work. To quote the now famous Nytro, "work sucks big donkey balls".
And, I'm a great big fucking asshole. Let me explain.
Yesterday was one of THOSE days that came at the end of one of THOSE weeks. People lied to me, people were just plain mean to me, and, to rub salt in an already gaping, festering wound, I spent a good part of the day fighting with government bureaucrats who couldn't care less that my taxes pay their fucking salary. I don't care that they are, incompetent... it just galls me that they just don't care a whit about the public who rely on their services.
By day's end, I was POSTAL! Fit to be tied.
O.k. now, ready everyone in blogland, everyone in unison.....
aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeee
Poor Scotty....
"Nobody loves him, everybody hates him, sitting in the garden eating worms".
So much for my the happy-go-lucky Scott in vacation mode.
One would think that having endured such a hateful day that perhaps, on the way home, I'd remember all the blessings of my life and my wonderful vacation, my loving family, and everything that I have generally to be thankful for.
Well, you'd be just plain wrong.
What did I do you ask? I acted like a complete jerk off in the cable/video store because I had to wait in line to replace the modem for my computer. Yeah... ME... God forbid that Scott had to wait in line. OH, the travesty.... the inhumanity...
Now the clerk is doing the best he can and not getting paid a lot of money for doing it and along comes King Fucking Scott with a bug up his considerable ass giving the clerk a hard time for making me wait so long.
Ooooohhhhhhh let me tell you, if I were in charge of the World things would be so much better.
Yah right, Scott, ya blowhard.
Then to make it worse, I got on the phone with the cable monopoly to whom I pay about $200 and beat up a call-centre clerk. Spent 1/2 hour on hold... hello.... waste of time.....
And the kicker is... I knew what I was doing. Today, I am ashamed. It is one thing to be an asshole without knowing that you're being one. And trust me, at this stage of my life, I knew I was being an asshole.
You see, many years ago, I had a job that required me to do a lot of travelling around the world (have I told this story??) and back, before I knew that I was being an asshole, there wasn't an airline in the world that I couldn't convince to bump me to first class as compensation for some imagined slight or grievance. I was a piece of work, trust me. I just thought that I deserved to be seated there... not that I ever paid for a first class ticket mind you... What an entitlement Queen I was...
Turns out, I was just deluded. Pity me that I lumbered under the impression that I got bumped because I was oh, so very fucking important. SO NOT. They bumped me because it was easier than putting up with my boorish bullshit.
But the best I could do yesterday... the big kids picked on me, so I picked on the smaller kids.
Memo to self: go to cable store and apologize to clerk.
Yeah work can sure suck sometimes but at least they pay me well (unlike the clerk in the cable/video store) and give out engraved I-Pods for Christmas. Could be worse Scott.
Take a pill.
Forget Your Troubles... C'mon Get Happy....
Contributing to my oh so cheery mood is the fact that I tried to start running again this week only to find that my injury (which actually turns out to be a whole host of problems, not the least of which is my weight.... whose got the lipo hose?) is still not healed.
Chiro GOD (who is still too hot for words) remains unconcerned. Again on Thursday, he promised that he could make me into a runner. But it is up to me. First, I have to lose weight. It would also seem that my fancy smancy Herman Miller $1,000+ chair that my considerable ass sits in at the office is so comfortable that it's bad for my back.
I know it sounds weird but as he explained it, when you sit in such a chair, your core is completely disengaged and starts to atrophy and cramp.
Accordingly, GOD gave me a note asking permission for me to ditch it and sit on an exercise ball. I don't expect that this will go over well. In my favour, one of our partners already sits on one.
Anyway, on the food front, I'm happy to report that I have succeeded in getting back on track with my FitDay food recording and lost several pounds this week, though today has been no hell. Perhaps Saturday will be my treat day? Who's kidding who... I'm having pizza for supper.
In other news, I 'm feeling very sad for my Mother today, who lost a very close friend of hers to cancer on Thursday. I attended Peter's funeral this morning and almost lost it when one of his friends thanked my Mom for caring for him during the last year and a half of his life. Now, my Mom knew what she was getting into when she met him, and all of us kids worried when we saw her getting attached to this man who was terminally ill. We knew it was going to end like this but my Mom risked love anyway. I wish I could do that.
Forget your troubles, C'mon... get happy...
And, I'm a great big fucking asshole. Let me explain.
Yesterday was one of THOSE days that came at the end of one of THOSE weeks. People lied to me, people were just plain mean to me, and, to rub salt in an already gaping, festering wound, I spent a good part of the day fighting with government bureaucrats who couldn't care less that my taxes pay their fucking salary. I don't care that they are, incompetent... it just galls me that they just don't care a whit about the public who rely on their services.
By day's end, I was POSTAL! Fit to be tied.
O.k. now, ready everyone in blogland, everyone in unison.....
aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeee
Poor Scotty....
"Nobody loves him, everybody hates him, sitting in the garden eating worms".
So much for my the happy-go-lucky Scott in vacation mode.
One would think that having endured such a hateful day that perhaps, on the way home, I'd remember all the blessings of my life and my wonderful vacation, my loving family, and everything that I have generally to be thankful for.
Well, you'd be just plain wrong.
What did I do you ask? I acted like a complete jerk off in the cable/video store because I had to wait in line to replace the modem for my computer. Yeah... ME... God forbid that Scott had to wait in line. OH, the travesty.... the inhumanity...
Now the clerk is doing the best he can and not getting paid a lot of money for doing it and along comes King Fucking Scott with a bug up his considerable ass giving the clerk a hard time for making me wait so long.
Ooooohhhhhhh let me tell you, if I were in charge of the World things would be so much better.
Yah right, Scott, ya blowhard.
Then to make it worse, I got on the phone with the cable monopoly to whom I pay about $200 and beat up a call-centre clerk. Spent 1/2 hour on hold... hello.... waste of time.....
And the kicker is... I knew what I was doing. Today, I am ashamed. It is one thing to be an asshole without knowing that you're being one. And trust me, at this stage of my life, I knew I was being an asshole.
You see, many years ago, I had a job that required me to do a lot of travelling around the world (have I told this story??) and back, before I knew that I was being an asshole, there wasn't an airline in the world that I couldn't convince to bump me to first class as compensation for some imagined slight or grievance. I was a piece of work, trust me. I just thought that I deserved to be seated there... not that I ever paid for a first class ticket mind you... What an entitlement Queen I was...
Turns out, I was just deluded. Pity me that I lumbered under the impression that I got bumped because I was oh, so very fucking important. SO NOT. They bumped me because it was easier than putting up with my boorish bullshit.
But the best I could do yesterday... the big kids picked on me, so I picked on the smaller kids.
Memo to self: go to cable store and apologize to clerk.
Yeah work can sure suck sometimes but at least they pay me well (unlike the clerk in the cable/video store) and give out engraved I-Pods for Christmas. Could be worse Scott.
Take a pill.
Forget Your Troubles... C'mon Get Happy....
Contributing to my oh so cheery mood is the fact that I tried to start running again this week only to find that my injury (which actually turns out to be a whole host of problems, not the least of which is my weight.... whose got the lipo hose?) is still not healed.
Chiro GOD (who is still too hot for words) remains unconcerned. Again on Thursday, he promised that he could make me into a runner. But it is up to me. First, I have to lose weight. It would also seem that my fancy smancy Herman Miller $1,000+ chair that my considerable ass sits in at the office is so comfortable that it's bad for my back.
I know it sounds weird but as he explained it, when you sit in such a chair, your core is completely disengaged and starts to atrophy and cramp.Accordingly, GOD gave me a note asking permission for me to ditch it and sit on an exercise ball. I don't expect that this will go over well. In my favour, one of our partners already sits on one.
Anyway, on the food front, I'm happy to report that I have succeeded in getting back on track with my FitDay food recording and lost several pounds this week, though today has been no hell. Perhaps Saturday will be my treat day? Who's kidding who... I'm having pizza for supper.
In other news, I 'm feeling very sad for my Mother today, who lost a very close friend of hers to cancer on Thursday. I attended Peter's funeral this morning and almost lost it when one of his friends thanked my Mom for caring for him during the last year and a half of his life. Now, my Mom knew what she was getting into when she met him, and all of us kids worried when we saw her getting attached to this man who was terminally ill. We knew it was going to end like this but my Mom risked love anyway. I wish I could do that.
Forget your troubles, C'mon... get happy...
posted by Scott at 4:33 PM
4 Comments:
Wow, that's all I got. In case you missed it, I'll give it to you one more time. Wow.
Is it just me or is your job sucking the life out of you? I'm just thinking out loud here.
Apologizing to that clerk would make BOTH of you feel much better. Give it a try.
geez, scott. that was a lot to digest. i don't know where to begin... except to say: um, how in the hell have you lost weight on fitday? i've been on that thing for a few weeks now, and NOTHIN!
sounds like your mom is good people to me.
I've been sitting on an excercise ball for a few weeks! I def think it helps, but I still manage to slouch half the time, oh well I am getting there!
we can all be drama queens/kings every now and again, you just have to recognize it and atone for it and move on. v. good move appologizing to the clerk, I am sure it will mean more to them than you could know.
Post a Comment
<< Home