Ever had one of those days where so many little things happen to piss you off royally that you just want to strangle somebody at the end of it?
And then the next day in hind sight you realize that as traumatic days go, on a scale of one to ten, yours barely reached a one? But thank God it’s over with anyway?
Yesterday in the morning the power was off for three hours. The land line phone wouldn’t work. The internet connection was gone. I couldn’t make my protein smoothie without a functioning blender. I hadn’t yet put my wet clothes in the dryer. I couldn’t blow dry my hair. My car was trapped in the garage behind a door that normally opens magically with the push of a button.
But yay me, I managed to get ready for work anyway, albeit in a thoroughly bad mood. My I-phone and lap top were fully charged and when connected to eachother gave me internet access. I was able to google the power outage and discover it was due to some kind of scheduled line maintenance, for our street and surrounding area, from nine to noon. I called work and let them know I’d be there as soon as I could get to my car.
Everything lit back up around 11:30, so I was only a minute or two late. But it’s still work, right? Who in their right mind wants to be there? The air conditioning doesn’t work properly, it’s too hot, there’s too many of us there with too little to do, the carpet is ugly, our chairs are crap, everything is covered in dust from the on-going renovations, people are stupid and their kids are screaming annoying brats.
Wow. Even I didn’t want to be around me.
But, whatever, you carry on and try to appear normal and cheerful, until there’s that last straw. The rude jerk who wanders in in the middle of the doctor’s scheduled appointment time, is two weeks over due for his contact lens appointment, makes no apology for never having booked one, demands to pick up his order, grudgingly agrees to wait to be seen until the doctor is finished, and then proceeds to stand around in the middle of everything talking loudly on his cell phone for 45 minutes, telling his buddy, among other things, that this waiting around thing is total bull shit.
I’m so glad someone else finally saw him for his recheck. If it had been me he might be dead now. Or at least seriously maimed.
Anyway, the good thing about bad days is that they eventually end. I came home and used my microwave and watched a feel good movie with a happy ending and no power outages. I now have a much better appreciation for electricity. I am showered and blow dried and full of hot coffee and well blended fruit shake and ready to take on the world. I even feel a bit remorseful about my murderous feelings for jerk boy, who after all is no doubt some mother’s darling child.
I think I will be a much nicer person today. (Unless some random act of God or nature suddenly annoys the hell out of me, and then all bets are off.) In the meantime, I’ll be trying very hard to appreciate all the little things in life that make me happy. You never know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.
Do I think I deserve an apology that I haven’t yet received?
Oh, probably. I often feel hurt or wronged or on the receiving end of rudeness. When I get all pouty about something I try to consider the source, and then come up with one of two conclusions.
Either I am being overly sensitive and touchy and need to suck it up and get on with my day, or….
…..the other guy is a totally insensitive heartless stupid jerk, and whatever he said or did wasn’t necessarily personal. In which case I still need to suck it up and get on with my day.
There are people out there who, if you tried to explain to them exactly what was offensive and why, wouldn’t get it anyway.
And insincere apologies are worse than no apology at all. When you demand an apology from someone who then obediently says “I’m sorry” what he really means is “I don’t think I did anything wrong and I don’t get why you’re so bent about this, but what the hell, if an apology makes you feel better, here ya go. Suck it up and get on with your day.”
Then there are the people who say they’re sorry CONSTANTLY. For EVERYTHING. Knowing they can say or do whatever they want as long as they apologize for it later. Insensitive jerks.
Do I owe any apologies that I haven’t yet given? Well, if I do, please clue me in because I have that insensitive jerk side of me going on sometimes too. I have been known to screw up on occasion. And even if I don’t think I’m wrong, it has never killed me to at least say “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry this happened.” I would mean that sincerely. And then I would sincerely hope that you are able to suck it up and get on with your day.