Some people have bad hair days.
Some people have bad days because they don’t feel good.
Some people have bad days because of what they have to do that day.
Some people have bad days every day. (Stay away from these people. They can kill a good mood without even speaking.)
I have them all including the days I don’t feel good because I have nothing to wear. When the stars get misaligned and all these things happen on the same day I call it a “don’t piss me off day.”
You see, most days I’m a pretty nice person. So nice in fact I would even help you out if you really needed me, and it didn’t inconvenience me, or cost me any money. I freely answer questions, give advice, and help people with computers, writing, accounting, and general stuff all the time. I don’t even charge for the service. Hell, I’ve even been known to help a friend with algebra, something I detest and swear I know nothing about. She is a good friend.
But then there are those days that no matter how nice you are, it would be best to stay away from me and my bite.
On DPMOD’s (Don’t Piss Me Off Days) I can annihilate you with just a few words. I’m good that way.
Today is one of those days.
I was over tired when I went to bed.
I was mad when I went to bed.
Three hours in to my sleep I was awakened by the alarm company from my work alerting me to the fact that the alarm was going off. I am the “on call” person. I live 30 minutes away from the office. I had to go check it out, even though the police would be there 45 minutes before me. I am one little person, going up against who knows what or who and they interrupted my sleep.
By the time I figured out nothing was wrong I could not get back to sleep. Add my new headache to the more tired and mad me, and it’s not a pretty site.
It’s morning now. I had a grand total of 2 hours sleep. That’s half of what I normally get. Half my sleep does not make me happy, excited to see the world, or easy to get along with.
On days like this I tend to stay quiet. It’s best for everyone.
But there is always one irritating person who insists on cheering me up. Getting me to talk. Annoying me beyond reason.
Those are the people on the top of my “annihilation” list.
It starts with, “good morning, Wanda.”
Annoying friendly person: “Don’t feel good today?”
Me: Bigger, louder hrrrrrrrrrrrrrummmmmmmmmph.
Really annoying friendly person: “Anything I can do to help you?”
Me thinking: Well, you could shut the hell up and leave me alone.
Me talking: “No.”
Annoying person getting bolder and stepping in to my area: “Well, if I can do anything to help you, just let me know.”
Me thinking again: Could you make me weigh less, find some clothes that fit, get rid of my headache, and make me feel like I’ve had more sleep than I actually got?
Me speaking: “Thanks.”
It’s called stress management. Against my better judgment, I didn’t annihilate the annoying person. I couldn’t help myself.
I am trying to keep my stress to myself. I don’t think I’d like jail.
From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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