So co-existing with my asshole co-worker becomes a greater strain by the fucking minute, it would seem! I am keeping an outward cool, an enviable detachment, and a polite (well, maybe curt) professionalism. But inwardly?
I WANT TO STAB THE MUTHAFUCKAH! I want to shank him with a regulation number 2 pencil, I want to crush his wheezing windpipe, I want to knee his sackless groin and eviscerate his whiny ass. I have some boiling vitriol a-cookin', let me tell you.
The very sound of his little snide chuckle is like nails on the damn chalkboard. Everything he says makes my eyes yearn to roll right out my head! He is stupid, cloying, smarmy, and yicky in every way. I want him to cease existing. And God forbid he ever does anything right! When he does it only makes me hate him more!!! I know, irrational. But GAH! You try it.
Same same for Eric. Oh good god, am I partially dreading this weekend. Because even thinking his name, even hearing anything about or to do with him, sets my teeh on edge and gets my hackles up. When I expressed this concern, this inability to think calmy or pleasantly about my brother in law, and my fear that I might be an unhappy bitch all weekend due to my lingering fury and resentment of the kid, Aaron called me 'Completely Irrational." I argued that while it was not competely rational, neither was it completley irrational either. I am entitled to lingering frustration. It will fade, but I need TIME.
So Wish me luck at PAX. The hubs and the BIL will have all of today and into the wee hurs of the morning to themselves. Tomorrow I join in and just keep your fingers crossed that I'll be able to chill, be cool, and not explode months worth of stored anger, resentment, frustration, and opinion!
I am feeling lots of rage today, lol. There are quite a few people I'd like to throttle, or at least would passively enjoy if something awful befell them. How cheerful. What a karmically good place to be! ;)
I WANT TO STAB THE MUTHAFUCKAH! I want to shank him with a regulation number 2 pencil, I want to crush his wheezing windpipe, I want to knee his sackless groin and eviscerate his whiny ass. I have some boiling vitriol a-cookin', let me tell you.
The very sound of his little snide chuckle is like nails on the damn chalkboard. Everything he says makes my eyes yearn to roll right out my head! He is stupid, cloying, smarmy, and yicky in every way. I want him to cease existing. And God forbid he ever does anything right! When he does it only makes me hate him more!!! I know, irrational. But GAH! You try it.
Same same for Eric. Oh good god, am I partially dreading this weekend. Because even thinking his name, even hearing anything about or to do with him, sets my teeh on edge and gets my hackles up. When I expressed this concern, this inability to think calmy or pleasantly about my brother in law, and my fear that I might be an unhappy bitch all weekend due to my lingering fury and resentment of the kid, Aaron called me 'Completely Irrational." I argued that while it was not competely rational, neither was it completley irrational either. I am entitled to lingering frustration. It will fade, but I need TIME.
So Wish me luck at PAX. The hubs and the BIL will have all of today and into the wee hurs of the morning to themselves. Tomorrow I join in and just keep your fingers crossed that I'll be able to chill, be cool, and not explode months worth of stored anger, resentment, frustration, and opinion!
I am feeling lots of rage today, lol. There are quite a few people I'd like to throttle, or at least would passively enjoy if something awful befell them. How cheerful. What a karmically good place to be! ;)
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