Nope...me neither. But today was a day I could have come close to punching a grown human who acts like a baby. As you will read, I did not have the best day. It started with me leaving my house this morning at 7:00am only to realize while sitting in the rain at a red light on Alicia that I needed to get gas. Urg...I hate getting gas in the morning, I hate getting gas period. I wish I had a little gas fairy who lived in my car and magically appeared to fill er' up whenever needed. Oh, and she would also feed me bite size rice crispy treats and strawberry lemonade, YUM! I digress.
After gassing up, I hit the wet roads. I was very optimistic as it only took me 20 minutes to get to South Coast Plaza in the rain on the 405. I thought I was golden, I had over hour to go the next 35 miles to work. Well, it was like the heavens opened up and along with the rain, God poured down a big can of "suck it julie" onto the freeway. I hit a wall of traffic. After being on the freeway for a little over an hour I passed the sign a few miles before the 710 that said:
70 Minutes to LAX - my first thought was, "so much for making it to my 8:30 meeting." My second thought was "thank God for talk radio".
I finally got to work at 9:30 am (yes...2 hour and 30 minute commute) and of course our parking lot witch is in Egypt compared to its relativity to our office building is flooded pretty much everywhere. Nothing better than walking through puddles and potholes after that commute. Luckily I pulled in at the same time as my bestie Erin and we made the trek together.
So after the commute, missing my meeting and the walk from Egypt...that is not even the reason I wanted to punch someone...after all of that I was still in a pretty good mood. Without going too much into detail (I don't want to be one of those crazies that gets fired b/c they talk all sorts of madness on the internet and the wrong person reads it, sends it to HR and then I am on YouTube posting videos of "How My Tweet got me Fired"), I just have a certain coworker that could make Mother Theresa choke him. The bad jokes, dishing it out without being able to take it, the constant passive aggressive comments, the need for approval and ego stroking, the talking over me, the repeating my ideas as his own - right in front of me...the list goes on people. What do you do when you work with someone like this? I only ask because I can't even make eye contact anymore when this person is speaking because I know I am giving the look of "are you effing kidding me right now?"
People! I need to turn this beat around! I can't become a crazy person that wants to punch people at work.