Closet Extremist

Difficulty Decompressing

Do you ever just get into one of those moods? Normally I am a pretty tolerant type of fellow. I go out of my way to understand the position that people around me are coming from, and I try to react accordingly, but lately I have noticed that my fuse is getting shorter and shorter. I have been blessed by having the type of face that people can read, so normally all I have to do is give them a little stare, and people understand that I'm in no mood. As of late, I've been actually opening my mouth and letting people have it.

Examples of this are: At work, I needed a place to put some new plants that just arrived, so after I looked around, I found a place for them in a spot that currently housed a lot of flowers that were rapidly dying. Female coworker has a problem with the male coworker that has the ability to "destroy" items in the inventory system. When I posit my solution to just write down the UPC numbers and the quantity of plants thrown out (so that the guy with the power could get them out of inventory at his convenience) was met with a comment from the female coworker to the effect of "He can just scan them. there's no need to go through all that." It was stated rather pissily. My response was "Quit making mountains out of fucking molehills." She has since transferred out of the department.

Another instance: One of our female cashiers is "talking at" me while I am in the process of unpacking freight and getting it on the shelves. She's yammering on about how much of an asshole this other employee is, blah blah blah. I just looked over at her and said "I don't have time for this "romper room" bullshit."

These are two good examples of me saying something that needed to be said, but two years ago, I would have kept them in my head. Now they're just tumbling out unabated.

I've bitten the heads off of family members, other coworkers (the ones I feel guilty about are the people who aren't exactly the sharpest knives in the drawer. They can't help the fact that they are a little less intelligent.), and even my roommate/best friend.

Under normal circumstances, I would be able to go out to the bar, shoot some pool, and just hang out in general, and my ire at the world would melt away for about a week. Nowadays, it doesn't even last twenty-four hours until I'm at somone's throat again. I don't know what it is that's making me suddenly unable to decompress properly. Maybe it's because I haven't killed a hobo in over a week. ;)

Posted by Johnny - Oh at June 22, 2004 11:06 PM