And the rage goes on

Lately, my tolerance for the human race, both generally and specifically is almost non-existent. For instance, the newsletter saga goes on... she borrowed an electronic copy to "make a few changes" and I got back a mess. The master pages were mixed up, the formatting was all over the map and "could you just fix this up and make PDFs of these four documents to attach as well?" I was wishing for something small, dense and covered in spikes to hurl at her.

I'm surrounded by people who feel the need to soak themselves in unspeakable scents and I'm tired of feeling sick and headachy. The woman I was stuck next to on the bus compounded it by gnawing on her gum with her mouth open and the wet snicking noise was just too much. I had daydreams of bashing her head repeatedly into the window, but didn't want to get her perfume on my hands. Then I remembered - it's winter - I have gloves! *insert evil laughter here*

Why am I walking around on the edge? I think it's a combination of things. I haven't really noticed a change with Daylight Savings before, but it's been such a cloudy, socked in sort of November that I decided to start helping myself to Stuart's Vitamin D supply to counter-act the darkness. Also, we haven't heard back from Raj and Monica for a while, so the whole move is totally in limbo. We've given our notice for November 31 and I have no idea what's going to happen. In third place, I think I'm getting tired of this job - I like the people, but the whole position is about being stuck between a rock and a stupid place every day, over and over. I have a plan to potentially address that, but that's the topic for another post. And finally, I've said it once and I'll likely say it until the next really good plague - there are way too many human beings on this poor planet. We know that overpopulation causes a whole host of insanities in other animals, so the fact that we think we can avoid it is ridiculous.

I have a friend who's been a bit depressed and "where is my life going?" lately. I told her that maybe she just needed to wallow in it for a while: wear flannel pjs, watch tv every night and once she'd worked it out, she'd get bored and start doing stuff again. I'm going to try the same strategy - I normally don't have the energy to maintain a solid rage, because it never seems worth it. I'm just going to steaming until I wear it out. We'll see.