me pissed
me pissed
You’re know those days: you have these little things going on that would rate a mere quiver in your Richter scale for fury, but collectively, it would only take one measly event to blow everything out of proportion. I have been having those days more frequently now more than ever. And the nastiest part is this: I can’t explode! At least not in front of them nurses and patients, and certainly not when it has nothing to do with them.
Shit happens.
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some people send text messages using "me."
e.g. "d2 na me. wer na u?"
<note the upward rolling of eyeballs>
i actually know at least one person who dumped his potential boylet just because he would text that way.
babaw ba me?
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I remember Ally Mc Beal’s neuroses. Me, when someone has tapped the zenith of this collective fury, I imagine their heads flying to the end of the field, or at the crowd at the stadium, and I’m making that home run.
And everyone’s going wild with what I did.
But that thought has only crossed my mind thrice since it first occurred to me 5 yrs ago. Sure, psychoanalyze me now.
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I never got “counting to 10”, cause it takes more than that to restore sanity. Heck, I don’t even get counting sheep! But I do get how repeatedly counting “one..one…one…” can get you to sleep. And how many times has it been effective for me? One.
Sleep sounds like a great idea at this time more than meals or a shower.
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You know that you’re having a particularly bad day cause giving patients their enema is a sweet sweet idea to pass time and to get away from the rat race.
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And you know that you’re having a bad day cause Daniel Powter’s Bad Day keeps popping up. But I got more theme songs in mind.
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My bad day ended before 5pm. I took a shower and went straight to bed…
…then woke up 6 ½ hrs later.
My immediate thought was food, then study. Study, friggin’ study silly cause me no did that recently. But lookie what I’m doin: bloggin’ my heart out while listening to Nikka Costa’s Everybody Got their Something.
I’m feeling so much better now. And with a new game plan. Shit sila.
I don’t really get these texters. Isang letra lang ang kulang shino-shortcut pa. Well sis. I can relate.
Talk about pissed! 2 bottles lang katapat nyan!
Take me for instance.
Simple instructions like recording data.
You call for a meeting, you discuss what do you want the team to do. You e-mail the minutes afterwards. You remind them again on the phone, and when the actual activity takes place, they don’t follow your instructions and you do the whole damn thing again! By the time that comes, your boss is calling you shit on the phone for results!
Anyway sis. Just keep your head up or else you’ll end up at the looney house.
I recommend printing a photo of the person you hate most and try throwing darts at it.
Ciao!!!!
Tom said this on June 25, 2006 at 5:21 pm
why do you think i had regular combat shooting practice since high school? just to practice my craft? no pictures posted on the plates, but shooting ‘em bullets are quite therapeutic…
Zoe said this on June 27, 2006 at 7:42 am