Let’s Name 30 Good Reasons

I just worked 38 hours in three days, and all of those 38 hours were spent in heels. I also spent the entire time being, as my co-workers told me, extremely tactful. Well, a new co-worker observed this–she says I have a friendly, tactful way of dealing with people even though I clearly think they’re sometimes mildly insane.

I aim to please.

I also spent some time annoyed with my “friends.” I say quote, friends, unqoute, because I am clearly to the point where I think nearly all of my old friends are clearly not my friends. I wrote a few friends from my Dyn-o-mite! days to tell them that I’d be in town on such-and-such date, and would they like to meet me for a drink in the evening. The conversation over email then proceeded thusly:

“I can’t meet after 3pm, but how about the early afternoon?”

“I, too, can’t meet after a certain time, but the afternoon sounds great!”

“I may not be able to meet at all, but I will let you know.” (To be fair, I knew about this one in advance.)

I got the emails, and rolled my eyes. What part of in the evening didn’t they understand? If I were free all fucking day long, wouldn’t I have said anytime on this particular day? Yes, you would think so, but few of my friends have ever demonstrated developed critical thinking skills. I wrote back to tell them that, no, I was busy in the afternoon with family stuff, that’s why I said in the evening. They wrote back, aww, what a shame, which I am starting to think is total bullshit. Twice this has been done to me already, so I just think they have no interest in seeing me at all. I can definitely take a hint, and will not be offering anymore face time.

I have come to the conclusion that I do not play well with others.

The lack of sleep and little slights from various sources have left me in a very pissed off mood this evening. I am not a happy camper at all (scratch that–I am never a happy camper because I do not camp, and will not ever camp in my life; the only way I’d go camping is if my cold, dead body were dragged to the woods, placed in a tent, and left there overnight); part of it is the overwhelming hours, part of it are new developments that some might perceive as great but I see as extremely frightening, and lastly it’s just because people are getting on my nerves left and right.

I will say this, though, even though I don’t like talking about my current company because they’re awesome: my job and colleagues rock. Period.

However, taking from the Alanis Morissette song “Front Row”, let’s find 30 good reason (or flavors!  Wait, that’s 31) why I shouldn’t be in a pissy mood:

1. I don’t like spinach; I am not at risk in this current E. coli scare
2. After my 16 miler tomorrow, I will only be 10.2 miles away from goal distance
3. It is the weekend
4. I am listening to Alanis Morissette, and will proceed to listen to Matchbox Twenty, and there’s no one around to turn off my music
5. I didn’t have to transfer trains on my way home today
6. I plan on watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire tomorrow after my run
7. Hockey is right around the corner; thank God for NHL.com radio
8. I am about to go to sleep
9. The bruises on my big toes (from hiking) are going away
10. I just had a big hunk of Monterey Jack cheese for dinner–and that’s all
11. I heard a substantiated rumor that I’m about to get a raise
12. I am about to buy something from Ann Taylor Loft
13. Ann Taylor Loft is now part of the NWA World Perks Mall
14. I am going to get $25 off from Ann Taylor Loft because I have a coupon, damnit
15. For two days in a row, I got up and ran six miles before work–it’s been a while since that’s happened
16. I am going to cut my hair very soon
17. I am no longer wearing high heels today
18. I had a grande nonfat vanilla creme from Starbucks today

. . .

Aww, fuck it. I’m going to bed.