No good very bad day vent post...
The next door neighbor who came to my door with an egg carton with his name and apartment number on it, somehow believing I am responsible for obtaining his personal breakfast eggs, and had the freaking nerve to look slightly miffed when I disillusioned him.
The cleaning lady who took a day off...and I had to work twice as hard getting ready for a substitute cleaning lady who had never been here before.
The exhaustion that followed.
The small tiff with a friend, which ate at me.
The upstairs neighbor who persistently puts her tv dinners in the Community room fridge, after being told not to...AND all her expired milk.
The downstairs neighbor who is too freaking lazy to wash out her coffee pot and leaves it in the community room fridge for the person cleaning the fridge to clean. (Guess THAT's not happening, huh?)
The anonymous a-hole who OPENED a bag of frozen carrots and then put it back in the community room freezer. (Probably after licking every carrot!)
The absolute GLEE I felt when I THREW all that crap away.
My doctor's office...where ALL my authorization forms go to die.
The Walmart App...whose buttons can NOT be pushed.
The imp from hell who caused the nurse from my doctor's office to call me JUST as I was going through a set of double locked doors while my Walmart purchases were trying to fall on the floor. Then she hung up, and when I called right back, the recording said the doctor's office was at lunch.
Yes, they're back by now...and I don't care anymore.
My muscles that ache and hurt so much that I had to stand in a hot, hot shower for more than 30 minutes.
And the terrible knowledge that ALL these things are tiny, tiny little nothings, and if I wasn't so tired and if I didn't ache so much, I would NOT care.
The cleaning lady who took a day off...and I had to work twice as hard getting ready for a substitute cleaning lady who had never been here before.
The exhaustion that followed.
The small tiff with a friend, which ate at me.
The upstairs neighbor who persistently puts her tv dinners in the Community room fridge, after being told not to...AND all her expired milk.
The downstairs neighbor who is too freaking lazy to wash out her coffee pot and leaves it in the community room fridge for the person cleaning the fridge to clean. (Guess THAT's not happening, huh?)
The anonymous a-hole who OPENED a bag of frozen carrots and then put it back in the community room freezer. (Probably after licking every carrot!)
The absolute GLEE I felt when I THREW all that crap away.
My doctor's office...where ALL my authorization forms go to die.
The Walmart App...whose buttons can NOT be pushed.
The imp from hell who caused the nurse from my doctor's office to call me JUST as I was going through a set of double locked doors while my Walmart purchases were trying to fall on the floor. Then she hung up, and when I called right back, the recording said the doctor's office was at lunch.
Yes, they're back by now...and I don't care anymore.
My muscles that ache and hurt so much that I had to stand in a hot, hot shower for more than 30 minutes.
And the terrible knowledge that ALL these things are tiny, tiny little nothings, and if I wasn't so tired and if I didn't ache so much, I would NOT care.
