Nothing to See Here…

I really do love Christmas (Isn’t that how I started my last post? Maybe I’m trying to convince myself more so than convince all of you), but I suppose the extra stress manifests even so. All I know is that I seem to get so annoyed soooo easily recently.

Today, I am completely blood-pressure-rising annoyed at the damn Christmas stockings. Why do they have to hang facing this way and that way, twisting half way around or sagging? I want them hung by the chimney with CARE so that all the cute names show from the front. I want them all going in the same direction. What do I need to do - buy superglue and spray-starch?

I cannot even tell you how much the little stuff is getting to me today. I’m blaming it all on Kinko’s since they pissed me off this morning. I may be a bit of a pacifist, but I draw the line at bad customer service. I think bad customer service should be met with the heel of my palm pushing someone nose bone into their frontal lobe. And I think it should be legal, assuming there are plenty of witnesses to the bad service that occurred.

Here is the recent thing that happens to me all the time: I will be waiting on a customer service rep, patiently, in line with the other patient people visiting the retail establishment. Meanwhile, every fucking time the phone rings, the clerk answers it and THAT person on the phone will get service before me. What is up with that? HELLO? Here I am, standing here IN PERSON. Don’t I come before every Tom, Dick, and Harry that calls on the phone? I seriously was *this close* to using my cell phone to call the service desk while I stood there next in line at the service desk. My turn kept getting preempted by someone on the phone. If I would have called, I could have tied up his bloody phone line for two minutes so he could have looked up and helped ME. MY TURN MY TURN MY TURN!!!

Perhaps I should ask Santa for some patience and a little human compassion (to go along with my Krabby Patties and pterodactyl leg).

/ventover