My brain has developed into some kind of quivering mess. It's not functional, it may as well not be there. I can barely string a sentence together without giggling, bursting into song, or yelling at someone. It's uncontrollable - I just yelled at an automated voice detection phone line, only to be told 'Sorry, I didn't quite catch that...' - I said FOR FUCK'S SAKE you fucking annoying computer generated woman...
Why are these things in place? I'm beginning to think that I attract things that make my blood boil - like men who burp openly, and loudly, in the office. And what is with the lack of post boxes in this city?? I walk to the other end of the city for a meeting, clutching the letter I had hoped to post, and do I see a single post box on this epic, 15 minute hike? NO. Not a single fucking post box. Why? WHY I ask you??
So yes, I'm damn pleased that I'm going on holiday next week, because I get the feeling that if I didn't then I might end up upsetting the majority of my colleagues with random bouts of yelling, and perhaps a tearey or two in the corner. And nobody wants to see a grown woman cry.
I think I might have to consume a worrying amount of alcohol on my holiday - I'm just far too sober at the moment. How I wish I had an alcohol problem... things would be so much cloudier...I'm not happy with the clarity...
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Burping in some countries is polite sally. And I for one am from Ezbekestahn - it is polite in that part of the world. I am sorry if you can are the aware of the cultural differences. Burping = happy healthy men.
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