I am but a shadow of my former shadow.......

Anger is not at all refreshing. If I had to take the Pepsi challange, I think I would know anger above all other emotions. People think it's good to get angry, I'm in a situation where people get me angry all the time. I have to have the patience of a Hindu cow, but instead my utters calcify and crack off, and farmer Dan will shoot me if I scream, bleat, or even Moo.

I liken my job to being a doctor (Even though the emergencies I deal with damage houses not people), everything is an emergency so people are emotional. Any little delay and there's a butt-load of hell to pay. Then, imagine trying to use a life support machine and having it shut off due to a loose wire. Imagine you have to save a life by injecting someone with medication, but you ran out of needles, or someone bought the CHEAP needles again and they don't puncture the skin well at all. Meanwhile, your dying "customer" is pissy because he/she is being stabbed with a CHEAP DULL needle. In the end, we both deal with losses the same way: If a customer doesn't want to use my service I say, " Well, I can't keep them all happy" Same with a doctor, "You can't save them all."

"F**k UM!" I say with marinarra stains in the corners of my mouth. My boss is a slobbering infant. All of my bosses are snot-nosed slobbering infants in some way. As a Psuedo-(Psu-psu-pusdeo! (not a word Su-su-sudio)-Administrative assistant I have to hold the tissue up to their noses and make sure they BLOW! GOD I'm a jaded bastard. Today, my boss called me from home (he stayed home from work- sick) and asked me to buy him lunch. He offered to buy, but I don't have a car today, it's getting fixed. I told him this and he said " Well, Whatever you can do..." SO I spend the next hour trying to track down a truck, car, a plane, a Vespa, SOMETHING! I finally get MY CAR back from the shop, and I have another worker drive me to the auto-shop. I call my boss back and say " Do you still need lunch?" he says " It's too late NOW!! IT'S WAY TOO LATE to eat lunch NOW!!!" It would be one thing if he were only my boss, but he's also my dad. I was trying to get him lunch, and it wasn't like he turned around and got something else, he didn't eat, and he made it clear that it was because I couldn't get a car in time. He just wanted to complain about something. I provided a reason. I was totally unaware that it was possible for me to be spawned by a two year old, Science is an amazing thing. Somedays I feel like I should bring a f#%king pacifier into work and jam it in his mouth at the first sign of complaint. "WAAAAAHHHHH" "AH SHUT THE F#*K UP YOU LITTLE SH*T!!"

Sometimes I want to turn my car into on coming traffic. Other times, I feel like I should just sell all my sh*t, hop on a plane and move to the tropics. I don't do either, because neither one would solve anything. It's just another escape, not a solution, an escape. I've been around some very self-centered people in my life and now it's my turn.