Today was completely frustrating. I was ten minutes late leaving the house because I was making the coffee, which I promptly left on the counter. A resounding “FUCK!” filled my car half way around the Fore River rotary.

Plans got canceled on me because someone forgot that they have a knitting circle meeting or something. I don’t think I have ever been bested by knitting. I would take “washing my dog” over knitting. Fuck it. Whatever.

Upon arriving to work, I found my server was all fucked up, I had no idea why, and the issue resolved itself before I could find a solution. During the hours and hours of fruitless troubleshooting, there were distractions aplenty, increasing frustration levels to new heights. And given that there were new virus threats released today, pressure to resolve was exponentially increased. Pressure + frustration + distraction = Unhappy Jon.

By the time the end of the day rolled around, I just wanted to get the hell out of work. On the way out, a co-worker started singing some sort of song about me, the words of which I cannot recall with the exception of “I hate your face / get the hell out of heeeeeeeeere.”

Albeit amusing, this caused me to steal his hat and ditch it a few cubes away.

Then it started snowing on the way home making a normally nice winter ride into an idiots paradise.

I’m stopping for no reason.
Fuck.
I’m turning left.
Fuck.
We’re all conspiring to make you miss every light.
FUCK.

Once I start spinning in frustration, I start picking apart the tiny issues in my life. Then everything pisses me off.

Houses are too expensive or too cruddy.
Fuck.
The winter is too long
Fuck.
My beard feels good but looks bad
FUCK.

By the time I got to my girlfriend’s house I was beside myself. I shoveled her stairs, left her a note that I was losing my mind, and went home.

There, I ate too many cookies, and took and hour long nap where I dreamed that I was stabbing a guy with a knife and he was stabbing me with a fork. From there I headed back to the GF’s house, to find her angry with me for my nutty behavior. Obviously.

After eating, sitting, and lighting up a fluorescent bulb with static electricity, everything seems surprisingly normal.

I need a new project/distraction. Anyone? Anyone?

Posted in Anger, Work