May 14 2007

in like a lion, out like a meh

I started today off in a furious, psychotic rage at the United States Post Office, as I do on many days that would otherwise be lovely. I was going to write up a good solid rant about it but it actually ended up working out OK and I only ended up with some hours of frustration and 24 cents extra paid out. In the great scheme of things, could of been worse and I wasted a perfectly good rage.

In the event that you are curious, it involved the fat walrus like post master screaming at me when I asked why our mail hadn’t been picked up since Thursday. Apparently, it was because our usual mail carrier was on vacation (and sub mail carriers only drop off mail, not pick it up or some BS). You know the post office. Rain, snow, sleet or hail, but vacation? Yeah, no mail services then. The problem was that said mail that was put into the mail box on Friday was now subject to new rates that started today and would now cost me $16 or so more than what I originally paid. I was ticked that I had to pay extra just because the lazy ass sub post person didn’t pick up my mail for two days. I was also ticked at the walrus for yelling at me as if the louder he got the more right he became or something. He must be very henpecked at home and this makes him feel powerful to yell at women or something. I also think its because I get men 8 million times madder at me then at anyone else because they scream at me and they want me to cry and be like "oh i fear you mr big strong man!" and instead I sarcastically laugh which makes them totally flip out. I was also ticked that I would have to stand in the long line at the post office today of people screaming about rate changes to sort this out.

Lucky twist that made it all OK: though the method of shipping I originally used was now $16 more, they introduced a new method of shipping that my package was now eligible for which was actually cheaper than the original method of shipping so, with insurance on the new method, I only owed them 10 cents. Also, line at the post office was not that bad when I got there, though it was out into the parking lot by the time I left.

Luckily for the nice woman at the post office who likely would have faced my rage, I became zen about all of it after working out so hard I almost passed out. Whenever I work out while angry, I am in serious danger of passing out. This is a troubling fact. I mean, I suppose its good that I would my frustrations out on strength training instead of killing people, but I keep having to tell myself to chill or I might black out.

I have also been building up a solid rage at my neighbor and, while I am sure that rage will revisit me on a future date, I had a nice "hello" moment with her outside today that defused that rather quickly. She also didn’t do the thing which ticks me off all day today as well so it was peaceful.

I also had to yell at my girls today, which made me very sad. The little girls that I mentioned a few days ago have become my little secret friends. "Secret" because they have no idea I am here because they never seen to look up at my window and because I love to listen to them screaming and playing. It’s not sketchy, I swear, they just amuse me. Usually, the whole time I talk to my husband on the phone on his way home from work he can hear them screaming in the background so we have started to refer to them as "my girls" because he knows they entertain me.

Normally, they play in my yard and I am fine with that but today they decided it would be fun to fill bags up with the mulch around our tree and throw it in the air, all over our grass and patio and making the mulch area by the tree full of holes and a giant mess. I finally had to "out" myself and say "girls, please don’t do that!" Two of them did indeed put the mulch back and waved at me so I think we are still cool but the third girl filled up another bag of mulch and ran with it back to her house. Not sure what to make of that.

I felt cruddy about it all day because I thought they would never play under my window again and that I had become a mean old hag that yells at young wippersnappers. But, they still came over by my window a few times after that so I don’t think I traumatized them beyond repair or anything. They have, so far, left the mulch alone.

I don’t ask for much in life. Just don’t throw my mulch in the air.

So, instead of a good solid rant, the day has averaged out to a good, solid "meh" and I find myself content.

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