The Rage...

Wow, seriously, I am sitting at my desk seething with rage right now. Want to know why? It's because I ordered an Iced Capp from Tim Hortons and received an undrinkable cup of syrupy slug. "Just take it back," you say. It's not really an option. You see, one of my co-workers so kindly asked if she could grab me anything when she went downstairs to get herself a coffee (and this is in no way her fault) and came back with this disgusting excuse for a drink. I don't really have the option to leave my desk outside of my lunch break so I can't really go down and return it. I even went on their website to write a nasty note. I didn't get to send it though. It erased it on me. This is not helping their cause one little bit.

So, now I'm sitting here, hands shaking with anger contemplating doing one of those little Tim Hortons jerks some bodily harm. Not even kidding. I really want to break a neck, slap a face, kick a shin, something to make me feel better. I actually yelled at my desk. A girl in the cubical across the way said, "Oh my god, I've never seen kk so angry."

I've noticed that it's been really easy to set me off lately. I get fed up at every little thing. I curse people walking in front of me at the Skytrain station, people at work who ask dumb questions, the lady who's giant and unnecessary purse kept digging into my arm on the bus (why does she need to carry around so much effin' crap anyway and if she doesn't move it she's not gonna like what I do with it), etc.

I didn't really want to make this an anger/complaint blog but writing this all down might actually save a life today. Hopefully something funny happens to me soon before my brain explodes.

ps. DD, you might have to end up bailing both A. and I out if jail. Heads up.