aka: my life in a "nutcase shell"
Why do people say: do not sweat the small stuff? i don't know about you but I HAVE to sweat the small stuff because when it comes to the "big stuff" -i CANNOT AFFORD TO SWEAT and therefore I have to act as opposed to re-acting. Nonetheless, i digress, because lately it seems that the stupid stuff that surrounds us all has been most annoying and my patience has been overly tested and i have failed the patience test on a consistent basis. I know i must be selective when i choose my battles yet when simple things go awry DUE TO NO FAULT OF MY OWN i truly wanna go postal!! Granted, i'm just as stupid as the next person (give or take a few billion brain cells) but c'mon people, i have been swamped with stupid mistakes, errors that have caused me overwhelming undeserved stress, rude people who no longer even PRETEND to care, computer generated "system" bloopers that no one seems to EVEN know who to direct me to to get it fixed--oh they direct me alright-but ALWAYS (after 30 minutes on the phone listening to the "how the menu options may have changed so please listen carefully" bullshit robotic automated recording) i am thrusted to yet another dumbass- rude again -human mutant informing me in their most condescending (sometimes heavily foreignly accented) voice that they cannot help me but so and so can, and i stupidly-NOT hopefully- call "so and so"and listen to MORE automated crap, and more: you have reached a department that does not handle this, we are so sorry... and i can FEEL this satisfied secret smile on their allegedly i am here to help faces. No one cares. No one. And i could ALMOST handle that if they would at least fake it and throw me a pretend we fucked you but we apolize bone. My bones i get are glistening clean with no tiny piece of empathetic grizzle or catilidge. Gosh, i crave that. Gee, i miss the good ole days of sincerity and assistance and resolution. Now, it's all one huge chain of continous unsolved errors emitting from stupid unhelpful assholes or untouchable man-made-i-bring-the-truth-albeit incorrect data computers that no NOT how to resolve but only to reduce me into a desperate whining near the begging point smothering crying shaking anxiety-ridden guilty angry what's wrong with me why cannot anyone help me is it my fault i give up microscopic piece of confused irriatated human rubble ...and it hurts. Immensely so. Therefore, fuck patience and all its virtue. I am WORTHY of receiving the proper assistance--GETTING IT is another story...which is why- when simple things go awry, so DO I!!!!
Why do people say: do not sweat the small stuff? i don't know about you but I HAVE to sweat the small stuff because when it comes to the "big stuff" -i CANNOT AFFORD TO SWEAT and therefore I have to act as opposed to re-acting. Nonetheless, i digress, because lately it seems that the stupid stuff that surrounds us all has been most annoying and my patience has been overly tested and i have failed the patience test on a consistent basis. I know i must be selective when i choose my battles yet when simple things go awry DUE TO NO FAULT OF MY OWN i truly wanna go postal!! Granted, i'm just as stupid as the next person (give or take a few billion brain cells) but c'mon people, i have been swamped with stupid mistakes, errors that have caused me overwhelming undeserved stress, rude people who no longer even PRETEND to care, computer generated "system" bloopers that no one seems to EVEN know who to direct me to to get it fixed--oh they direct me alright-but ALWAYS (after 30 minutes on the phone listening to the "how the menu options may have changed so please listen carefully" bullshit robotic automated recording) i am thrusted to yet another dumbass- rude again -human mutant informing me in their most condescending (sometimes heavily foreignly accented) voice that they cannot help me but so and so can, and i stupidly-NOT hopefully- call "so and so"and listen to MORE automated crap, and more: you have reached a department that does not handle this, we are so sorry... and i can FEEL this satisfied secret smile on their allegedly i am here to help faces. No one cares. No one. And i could ALMOST handle that if they would at least fake it and throw me a pretend we fucked you but we apolize bone. My bones i get are glistening clean with no tiny piece of empathetic grizzle or catilidge. Gosh, i crave that. Gee, i miss the good ole days of sincerity and assistance and resolution. Now, it's all one huge chain of continous unsolved errors emitting from stupid unhelpful assholes or untouchable man-made-i-bring-the-truth-albeit incorrect data computers that no NOT how to resolve but only to reduce me into a desperate whining near the begging point smothering crying shaking anxiety-ridden guilty angry what's wrong with me why cannot anyone help me is it my fault i give up microscopic piece of confused irriatated human rubble ...and it hurts. Immensely so. Therefore, fuck patience and all its virtue. I am WORTHY of receiving the proper assistance--GETTING IT is another story...which is why- when simple things go awry, so DO I!!!!
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