There are no words for my frustrations today other than any number of ones that could be classified by the FCC as a bleep. Pick the third nastiest one you can think of and that's probably the one I'm thinking of. (Working at a bar with certain individuals taught me that I am not nearly as corrupt as I like to think I am.) Don't get me wrong, today has had it's good moments, but most of them were some various form of awful.
I didn't get today off, I worked instead, and worked while I had a friend over, and dealt with maybe one of the most... well just add another bleep where the adjective should be... person I've dealt with... maybe ever. Having dealt with the 2am crowd every Friday and Saturday at a popular bar, that's really saying something. It took all of my control not to scream at said person but instead use thinly veiled sarcasm that, thank the Good Lord who watches out for me even in my moments of evil, she never caught. On top of that, once I started working, my OCD got triggered and I couldn't finish until I was satisfied that I had finished all that really should be done before morning, since I was working anyway, etc. Great. Until my computer decided that it really wasn't loving its internet connection and so wanted to continually sever it, only to have me do a troubleshoot, check itself, and then forget the solution and bleep itself over again. I honestly think it did this close to 50 times. The fact that my computer is inside and not laying broken in the snow in my alley is a testament to the two things I really wanted to talk about in this rage filled blog.
1) We'll call him Tex. Tex was playing the piano when I called him, rather desperate and panic-y. (For you see, without the internet, I am incapable of doing my job. Which is not good considering the mountain of e-mails that need to be sent first thing in the morning.) Tex, out of the goodness of his heart, spent the next three hours on the phone with me trying to help me fix the problem. (Which, may I add, it currently seems like he was successful!) He kept saying things to keep me calm and make me laugh, and I quote, "I want you to breathe like a little breathing panda," and then insisted on referring to me as 'my little panda' for the duration of the conversation. Tex... Tex kept me from going into a full blown panic. I was literally inches away from bursting into tears. Remember that work OCD I mentioned? Yea, not being able to do my job on a crucial day like tomorrow would literally make me burst into tears of failure. Regardless of the fact that,
2) I know I've said it a MILLION times but dammit I'm gonna say it a million more. I have the best boss ever. She didn't go into a full blown panic attack. She didn't do anything negatively. She simply said, "I'm sure we can work something out, I have most of the files I'd need if I needed to take over tomorrow morning." Seriously. BEST. BOSS. EVER.
3) So onto the happy conclusion that we all knew I was getting at: I guess, if I had to neatly gift wrap all the bleep that was today into a message it would be this: Life is going to have its really bleepy days. But its the people you surrounded yourself with during the good ones that are going to be the people you have during the bleepy ones, so choose wisely. If I didn't have Tex and my Boss Lady, there is a solid chance I'd have had a small mental snap due to stress. Instead, I take deep breaths like a little breathing panda, and go to sleep watching Mythbusters streaming on Netflix.
CAUSE I HAVE THE INTERNET AGAIN!
This blog is dedicated to Tex and all the random bleep that comes out of his mouth, only a small fraction of which is documented on Facebook. The message he literally just sent to me? "Joyous day! Joyous night! All the little breathing pandas of the world unite!" Oh Tex, I'm going to keep writing this stuff down and in a few hundred days, we'll have the *bleep that Tex says* blog.
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