Angry-pants!
One of the most frustrating things at work is trying to obtain a purchase order so that I might get someone in to fix my broken instrument. I imagine it to be somewhat like trying to get something done in Russia in the 80's. Maybe that's my problem--to get my goals accomplished, I need to start bribing my coworkers with rubles & vodka.
My florist of choice is also not amusing me much right now, what with her distinct lack of....organization, let's call it. I get that artistic people don't always (ever) work in a neat, ordered row like my brain often prefers things go. But....you can only be given so much "she's an artist, so be patient with her" before you end up driving your customers away. This may, perhaps, be chafing me all the more because I chose to use her--no one else made me do it.
Also, I've been running like shit lately. This is not helping my overall view of the world either. I fully acknowledge that none of these things are earth-shatteringly terrible. But I'm still cranky anyway.
My florist of choice is also not amusing me much right now, what with her distinct lack of....organization, let's call it. I get that artistic people don't always (ever) work in a neat, ordered row like my brain often prefers things go. But....you can only be given so much "she's an artist, so be patient with her" before you end up driving your customers away. This may, perhaps, be chafing me all the more because I chose to use her--no one else made me do it.
Also, I've been running like shit lately. This is not helping my overall view of the world either. I fully acknowledge that none of these things are earth-shatteringly terrible. But I'm still cranky anyway.