Just…a bunch of bullshit. It’s a couple of things, so by the time it came down to the last thing fucking up, I got really angry.
1. Thursday- they told me specifically to come in yesterday to see the dr. I came. The dr goes, oh, I thought I was done today, I don’t even have your chart or anything. The nurse neglected to tell him he had to see me today, or give him my chart.
2. Friday- I was told to come in today specifically to see another dr. Well, idk if they forgot to tell him too or they didn’t tell him to set aside 12-1230 for me. Well, as he was leaving, he told me to come in next week to see him.
3. To make it seem like I didn’t come in for Nothing, they made me go to the lab to get blood drawn, for 3 measly things that I know would come back normal. I asked the nurse how long it would take and if there’s a wait. Noooo, there’s no wait at all she says. YYYYYYYYYYYes there was a fucking wait. THEN I get a shitty nurse who doesn’t know how to draw blood, stick the needle in, hurt like hell, and it’s going to be all bruised.
4. Took a LONG ass time for the damn shuttle to show up, IN THE RAIN, trying to go from shuttle to train to get to where I needed to go after.
5. Went to get a slice of pizza. Well, the slice I got was old. Then a minute later, some people come up to the front, orders a slice, and she goes “oh we got a FRESH PIE coming out in a minute. Do you want to wait for that or do you want the old pie that’s out? WTF? Why didn’t you tell that to ME? I got the old slice that was sitting out.
6. Went to another pizza place later in the day to bring a pie home. I specifically told the guy THREE fucking times, DAIYA CHEESE, which is the non-dairy cheese. I also ordered gluten free, and dairy free and gluten free generally go hand in hand. Anyway, I say Daiya Cheese 3x because I didn’t want him to put real cheese on it. And guess what? I come home and it’s fucking CHEESE on my fucking pizza. So no dinner, no pizza, and I’m out the money spent on it. But more importantly, it was the hassle of walking all the way there, walking around for 20min bc that’s how long the wait was, walked all the way back, got the pizza, ran to catch the bus, then when I get home to put everything away and eat, opens the pizza box and what is in it but CHEESE?
I know #6 is not THAT important. But it was the straw that broke the camels’ back. THAT was when I got furious. As if the rest of the day/week wasn’t bad enough.
7. I bookmarked some things this morning to buy later (I had to leave to see the dr after all. The dr who never saw me and I went all the way there for nothing). I get home and 3 are now out of stock and the other 1 went up in price. UGH.
And why did that girl in the 1st pizza place give me the crummy old slice but give the several people behind me slices from the FRESH PIE? She told them about it but not to me. And yes, there were slices still left from that old pie.
oh, i rarely get pizza so that’s why it’s more upsetting for me when it gets screwed up or they give me a bad old slice. it’s like people splurging on candy or chocolate. for me, it’s pizza, so…
Well I did have the equivalent of 6 Long Island ice teas… my sister thinks someone slipped a drug in my drink cause 2 of the ice teas were at a club, the others were with dinner….. I doubt it. I think I just partied a little too heavy for my system to handle.
Hitting things or throwing things when angry is a bad thing to get used to. Women get scared when men do this. Police kill people that forget to curb their enthusiasm.
I punched a hole through dry wall once after a drunken night of too many Long Island ice teas… I couldn’t get out of the bathroom and couldn’t find the light…. I think I passed out so when I woke up I didn’t know what the hell was going on or where the hell I was … yeah my parents were not amused, but gave them an excuse to remodel the bathroom…..which I of course helped pay for. Man that was sooooo long ago I almost forgot about that!
What’s stronger? Hand or the wall / door? Welllls….my hand is not stronger than a door or a wall, so it’s best I not punch it. Then I’d wind up at a hospital getting my hand fixed. Then I’d be more ANGRY. Sooooo, no. No wall punching for me.
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Give ’em hell.
What’s goin on?…. someone steal your chocolate?
Let me guess…
Someone stole your sweet roll?
In all seriousness though, what’s up dude? Why are you feeling so angry? 🙁 What’s going on? 🙁
Don’t leave us hangin’ _darkness! I’m extra angsty tonight! >:(
Just…a bunch of bullshit. It’s a couple of things, so by the time it came down to the last thing fucking up, I got really angry.
1. Thursday- they told me specifically to come in yesterday to see the dr. I came. The dr goes, oh, I thought I was done today, I don’t even have your chart or anything. The nurse neglected to tell him he had to see me today, or give him my chart.
2. Friday- I was told to come in today specifically to see another dr. Well, idk if they forgot to tell him too or they didn’t tell him to set aside 12-1230 for me. Well, as he was leaving, he told me to come in next week to see him.
3. To make it seem like I didn’t come in for Nothing, they made me go to the lab to get blood drawn, for 3 measly things that I know would come back normal. I asked the nurse how long it would take and if there’s a wait. Noooo, there’s no wait at all she says. YYYYYYYYYYYes there was a fucking wait. THEN I get a shitty nurse who doesn’t know how to draw blood, stick the needle in, hurt like hell, and it’s going to be all bruised.
4. Took a LONG ass time for the damn shuttle to show up, IN THE RAIN, trying to go from shuttle to train to get to where I needed to go after.
5. Went to get a slice of pizza. Well, the slice I got was old. Then a minute later, some people come up to the front, orders a slice, and she goes “oh we got a FRESH PIE coming out in a minute. Do you want to wait for that or do you want the old pie that’s out? WTF? Why didn’t you tell that to ME? I got the old slice that was sitting out.
6. Went to another pizza place later in the day to bring a pie home. I specifically told the guy THREE fucking times, DAIYA CHEESE, which is the non-dairy cheese. I also ordered gluten free, and dairy free and gluten free generally go hand in hand. Anyway, I say Daiya Cheese 3x because I didn’t want him to put real cheese on it. And guess what? I come home and it’s fucking CHEESE on my fucking pizza. So no dinner, no pizza, and I’m out the money spent on it. But more importantly, it was the hassle of walking all the way there, walking around for 20min bc that’s how long the wait was, walked all the way back, got the pizza, ran to catch the bus, then when I get home to put everything away and eat, opens the pizza box and what is in it but CHEESE?
I know #6 is not THAT important. But it was the straw that broke the camels’ back. THAT was when I got furious. As if the rest of the day/week wasn’t bad enough.
Also #hangry
7. I bookmarked some things this morning to buy later (I had to leave to see the dr after all. The dr who never saw me and I went all the way there for nothing). I get home and 3 are now out of stock and the other 1 went up in price. UGH.
Non no the fucked up pizza alone would’ve had me going apeshit.
I know, I held my anger in check UNTIL the fucking pizza happened.
pizza = trigger
And why did that girl in the 1st pizza place give me the crummy old slice but give the several people behind me slices from the FRESH PIE? She told them about it but not to me. And yes, there were slices still left from that old pie.
Maybe she didn’t think you would want to wait for it ???? In any case it didn’t sound like it was your week…. may you have a better weekend!
It’s not like I came in soooo much earlier than the other people. It wasn’t a long wait so she should have mentioned it to me.
oh, i rarely get pizza so that’s why it’s more upsetting for me when it gets screwed up or they give me a bad old slice. it’s like people splurging on candy or chocolate. for me, it’s pizza, so…
Oh well she was being a ***** then…. and I hate when people screw up my food too.
#8- Went to take a shower. And it set off the friggin fire alarm. Loud and annoying as fuck
Well I did have the equivalent of 6 Long Island ice teas… my sister thinks someone slipped a drug in my drink cause 2 of the ice teas were at a club, the others were with dinner….. I doubt it. I think I just partied a little too heavy for my system to handle.
Oooops that previous comment was meant to go under the punching wall discussion.
Just keep repeating:
Tomorrow will be better
Tomorrow will be better
Didn’t the spell checker catch that extra R?
While we’re playing the “what does that cryptic text mean” game, anybody notice the Private Messages link down the page there?
Private Messages
[front-end-pm]
Oh ho!
Would you prefer it to say back end instead?
I would normally say that’s the way I roll if you do, but there are children present.
Lmao…. see I don’t have kids so I have no filter.
Punch a wall/door!
Source: Done it myself and it felt good.
Done it myself and it feels bad! Very bad! Very very bad!
Was it concrete?
Drywall.
Hitting things or throwing things when angry is a bad thing to get used to. Women get scared when men do this. Police kill people that forget to curb their enthusiasm.
I punched a hole through dry wall once after a drunken night of too many Long Island ice teas… I couldn’t get out of the bathroom and couldn’t find the light…. I think I passed out so when I woke up I didn’t know what the hell was going on or where the hell I was … yeah my parents were not amused, but gave them an excuse to remodel the bathroom…..which I of course helped pay for. Man that was sooooo long ago I almost forgot about that!
What’s stronger? Hand or the wall / door? Welllls….my hand is not stronger than a door or a wall, so it’s best I not punch it. Then I’d wind up at a hospital getting my hand fixed. Then I’d be more ANGRY. Sooooo, no. No wall punching for me.
Plus, even if my hand is stronger than a wall, if I punch my own wall, I’d have to fix that shit. -_-‘
Oh, I’m home now so it wouldn’t be any other wall than my own.
In my case?… my hand…. all I got was some scrapes nothing broken…. not my finest moment…. I’m not proud.
What? you got adamantium in your hands or something?
I got fragile hands. :/
PUNCH A PIZZA!
Perfect solution.
Sorry you had a suck storm, man. That just blows.
Well whatever you do, do not bother trying to kill yourself tonight because that probably won’t go your way either. 😉
According to the rule of whacky narratives, you are supposed to open the pizza box to discover 1 million dollars that belongs to a mobster.
In the next town over from me the police found $ 200,000 hidden in a box spring!!