Monday, December 6, 2010

Eff you, you effing effers.

Do you ever have one of those days where you want to beat the s**t out of an innocent bystander? I had one of those days today.

Now, obviously the innocent bystander wouldn't be your first choice but, you feel so utterly shut down by the people that destroyed your day that you start looking for an easy target.

Phew. Back to the real world where I've never started (or participated in) a physical fight in my whole life and would never take it there. I got close today though. I started to type out the story of today and why it sucked but then it all started to seem very petty. That's the thing with rage, it takes too much energy to keep it up for very long and once it's gone, it seems like a waste of time to rehash it.

Let's just say that it brought me right back to that time in 2nd grade when I wasn't invited to a classmate's fairytale princess party but all the other girls were and that was all anyone talked about the next week at school. Except that I work in a office with all dudes and instead of a princess party it was a football game with luxury seats, a limo to the stadium, and lots of booze and bonding. The only things that these two instances have in common are a pizza party and a lot of hurt feelings on my part.

Before you tell me that it's a guy thing and I probably wouldn't have had fun anyway, DON'T. That's the kind of misogynist nonsense that made me want to punch someone in the face.