Today, I was QUITE miffed. I don’t like driving in traffic. There are moronic men who act like it’s ok to keep honking while we’re at a red light, behind a sea of cars. There are also auto drivers who have their heads so far up their ass that they can effectively do a quick check on their tonsils (see…QUITE MIFFED).
So in the midst of all this, when I still drive out to a distance not terribly close by for an appointment I consider important and I have to cool my heels till it becomes evident that the meeting ain’t gonna happen; it awakens the small kraken within. I have krakens of different sizes depending upon the situation.
I think it’s a short-tempered, short-person thing. Anyhow, my usual reflexive action is to get loud and then louder. And send out biting emails. Today, I don’t know why, I drank half the bottle of water I was carrying with me and that effectively silenced the monster for that time.
When the person who stood me up got in touch and apologized, I was still tempted to be sarcastic but it seemed like too much of an effort. I rescheduled the meeting online instead, at a time convenient for me and hopefully the work will get done this time around.
I could have “expressed my displeasure” which is as shoddy an euphemism for getting the beeyotch groove on. Surprise, surprise…I am growing up. Old too but growing up for sure. So the next time, counting to 10 doesn’t get the flames extinguished, count to 20.