Posts Tagged ‘frustration’

Sensitivity Traininng Not Required.

July 13, 2011

He used to be so tough! He would fall flat on his face, get up, and keep running. Some punk toddler would shove him and he’d frown then walk away.

Now…he cries.

A lot.

He’s 6 and SOO sensitive I don’t know what to do.  Somebody looks at him funny and he gets his feelings hurt. I get upset when he asks for the 45th time if he can ride his bike…and he cries because I’m upset. He gets a paper cut and doesn’t cry about until I don’t notice that he has an infinitesimally tiny cut on his finger. He and his best friend become sworn enemies every other day, for about 3 hours. I swear they act like teenage girls!

At a loss on this  one…

When I was little I was not a crier – I was a screamer. Oh, I was SUCH a brat, lol…I harassed the shit out of my older brothers. But to be honest they were pretty mean in return.

I remember the biggest trouble I got in  at 6 years old: my brothers bikes had been stolen, so one day my brother Ryan took off on my bike, pink streamers flying from the handlebars. I was so upset I stood in the middle of the street and screamed after him the worst thing I could think of. “YOU…..ASSHOLE!” and then I ran into the woods and hid because I thought the neighbors might tell on me saying bad words.

Turns out, I screamed so loud that my dad heard me from inside the house. Oops!


A Map, you say?

April 29, 2009
How do you spell lost?

I think it’s something like “F$$$&#(@$*#:()$ D!@#$*!!!!!!”

Yeah, I got MORE lost tonight than I ever have in my entire life. I spent 2 hours driving up and down roads trying to find my way, turning around, and eventually realized I was headed back home.

Stop for directions, you say?

Well that would go a lot smoother if there was ANYTHING at all at the exits I pulled off.

Check the map?

Ermmm, don’t have one.

Call someone for help?

Nope, phone battery died 20 minutes down the road.

Car charger?

Ah, hmm, someone small and curious broke it last month.

The only person with me was my 4 yr old son (see: small and curious culprit), who tried to be a helpful navigator by piping up with, “Mommy, I think you’re going the WRONG way!” and “Can we just go home?” and my personal favorite, “Why don’t we just look at the map?”

Tomorrow, I get one of those GPS thingies.

Oh, and repair the damage to my steering wheel from banging my head on it.

Cleaning house is dirty business!

July 6, 2007

I’m on a roll.

No, not that kind of roll.

But yum.

Anyway, I’m feeling very productive lately, takin’ names and kickin’ butt.  Woo!

I get home from work and feel like I have to do something. Not sure about where to start, I ask Mr. Clean what he thinks.

“Well, now, it looks like your kitchen floor could use a little extra shine, and maybe you could sweep the porch and patch that hole in the wall, and scrub the windows, and get a ladder and then you could–”  he pauses as I cut him off.

“Are you freakin’ crazy?!” I yelp. “I was thinking maybe a load of laundry and a quick wipe of the counter. I could brush those crumbs under the fridge and it’ll look great….Thanks for the  tips, though.” I squeeze him back in his shiny bottle and shove him under the counter.


I go to gather up some clothes out of the bathroom. After I make two piles, I notice my nail polish under the edge of the cabinet.  I’ve been looking for it for weeks, so I sit down on the edge of the tub to do a touch-up.


I feel so good about that I decide to give myself a little facial. Quick mud-mask is always fun.  As I wait for it to dry, I flip through an old People magazine.

Ooh, I love crosswords! The People ones are always so easy.

Hmm, a tough one…what was the name of Gary Shandling’s TV show?

Oh, yeah, the “Its the Gary Shandling Show”!  He was such a creative guy, I wonder what happened.

After tripping over my laundry piles twice, I remember what I was supposed to be doing.



I carry the clothes to the laundry room and drop them on the floor.

Opening the cabinet to get the detergent, I —- Ooh! Picture hooks! I’ve been wanting to put that painting up in my room.  Off I go in search of a hammer.

You’d think it might be in the toolbox, right?

Silly rabbit.

After a half an hour of fruitless searching (which turns up a missing earring, a book I’d been meaning to finish, and some stale goldfish crackers), I have no hammer.

Also, in the course of my search, I have now lost the picture hooks.

I sit down and realize, whew, I’m worn out from all this productivity.

With all that I’ve gotten done, I deserve a nap.

Ode to Office Boredom

May 15, 2007

“These office supplies don’t steal themselves, folks!”

The other day I was standing at the copier at work.

All day long.

In cute but painful shoes.

Bored out of my mind.

You see, I was assigned the funfunbigfun task of scanning 100-page files into the copier. There were 20 stacks of these lovelylovelybigfun files.


I had to stand there while everything scanned (all day long) (in my painful shoes)(stopping anyone who walked by to chat).

Eventually I pulled out my phone and checked my email, horrorscope, read the news, DearAbby, and then googled ‘death by boredom’.

Next I played three games of monopoly and kicked ass twice. That top hat just can’t keep it together!

Finally, in desperation, this is what I turned to:


This is the office supply drawer for the area I was in. It holds wonderful treasures such as paperclips, binder clips, tape, post-its, broken pencils, and one fuzzy Halls cough drop.

Even though I eventually started to get hungry, I was able to resist the cough drop because of this:

Our megasized jar-o-mini-chocolate-bars! This was the reason everyone stopped to chat with me. At some point in the conversation, they’d oh-so-casually lean over and grab one as if it were an afterthought.

Sure, whatever you say. I know people who plan errands to that hallway just to hit the candy jar. I used to be one of them!

Anyway, in between candy hits and gossip, I started working with what I had at my disposal. My first efforts produced this:


Binder Clip Dragon. He may look ferocious, but he only eats paper. And the occasional finger or facial projection.

Next I set up the clips and some handy Reese’s cups to play ‘chess’….

Then I realized that I had no one to play with, and I don’t really like chess anyway.

So instead I made some flowers

You can’t tell from these cell-phone pictures, but the flowers turned out amazingly lifelike and beautiful.

Later I tried to fit myself into the cabinets so I could take a nap. It worked until the file I had been scanning jammed up and the whole machine caught on fire and burnt itself to a crisp.   Then they had to evacuate the building and send everyone home with two weeks paid vacation.

  Ok, that was me dreaming…but it was nice.

Welcoming unemployment!

April 14, 2006


Only one more day until I’m jobless.

I’m so excited!

No, really, I AM!

I’ve been working almost 60 hours a week lately, and it’s really got me down.  Been so tired, I didn’t have the energy to get anything done.

The dishes are calling me.

Taunting me.

Same with my clothes….I wash them, and take them out of the laundry room. Then, my motivation flies out the window, and so my clean clothes pile up on the futon.  You’d think they were all made of rabbit fur the way that stuff multiplies.

Little Man thinks of me as a not-so-fun visitor who makes him change his clothes once in awhile and go to bed.

My cat has only two things to say to me:

1. “Oh, it’s you. I’m hungry, by the way.”

2. “Hey, did you HEAR ME? I’m HUNGRY!”

At my work, they all keep hinting I should hit up the HR manager so I can be kept on permanent.  But I’m not so sure I want to. Those folks is crazy!

One guy is kinda new, so I hear him making the rounds of the more experienced accountants every day.

“Hey, can I ask you a question? How do you figure this mortgage/ real estate deduction/ dependant qualification?” He’s smart enough to always ask different people so that no one catches on that he doesn’t really know what he’s doing.

One of the senior managers likes to be mean.  He yells at me every day when I bring him files to review. I laugh at him.  Maybe that’s not the most professional routine, but we both get a kick out of it.  And when he tells me “not to bring that crap in my office!!”, I leave it in the middle of his doorway.

You should see the place when someone brings extra food or treats. It’s like feeding time at the zoo.   Usually whoever brought cookies/cake/chocolate will send out an email announcing it. Within about 2 minutes, there is a stream of people power-walking to the source of the food, trying to act casual, but seriously determined not to miss out on a crumb.

One woman always gets to the food first and makes a plate and takes it to her office. She then waits about 15 minutes, then goes back to the food and gets another plate, acting all surprised, “Oh, look!” and then fixes another plate before disappearing back into her office.

Everyone is scared of the receptionist. She apparently has been there since the beginning of time, and doesn’t let anyone forget it. She also doesn’t like having to track people down, so she uses the paging system if someone doesn’t pick up their phone after the second ring.  If they don’t answer that, she starts calling everyone’s office who is within 50 feet and demanding to know where that person is.

…I asked her for the newspaper once.  Made me feel like I was asking the Principal if I could have the keys to his brand-new car.

Anyway, tomorrow being the official end of crazy-as-hell Tax Season, we’re having a big company party after work.  From what everyone tells me, there’s a lot of drunk accountants blowing off steam.  Maybe I should take my camera for evidence, er…I mean,  posterity.

Should be interesting…Just gotta watch out for that food line. A girl could get hurt getting in their way.