Fed Up

Today I just need to get some things off my chest. Bear with me… it’s been a rough morning.

  1. I’m tired of being almost sideswiped by idiots who were given the license to drive. This has happened to me 5 times in the past week under different circumstances. All 5 times I have been driving along on a main road, minding my own business. One time it was the person trying to change lanes, twice it has been someone pulling out from a side street without stopping and the last two times were people ON THEIR PHONES who drifted into my lane. My car isn’t a gray color that blends with the road. It is pretty obvious that I’m there.
  2. I’m tired of mustering up the umpf to smile at someone walking past me, even though I’m having the crappiest day imaginable, only to have them look at me like “what? I don’t know you” and walk on. I’m thinking of two words I would then like to say to them but neither would be very Christian of me.
  3. I’m tired of trying so darn hard to please everyone all the time only to have them treat me like I don’t matter.
  4. I’m tired of seeing good people get fired for stupid things when others who couldn’t do something right if their lives depended on it get by with almost murder. I have seen some people written up for being fifteen minutes late and then you have another employee, a manager, who actually yells at their co-worker and nothing is done. I would dare anyone to yell at me…they might get the best Julia Sugarbaker response they’ve ever heard in their life.
  5. I’m tired of being required by my company to complete a “wellness” program that doesn’t pertain to me. I spent 30 minutes yesterday watching lame videos and taking quizzes only to be met at the end with this 12 point “goal” system that required me to check at least 8 of them. What if I’m already at my goal? How is this any of your business? I actually had to make things up to get past it.
  6. I’m tired of not being able to lose weight and being told it is because I’m “middle aged” and my metabolism has stopped working. I know people in their 50s who look as good as some teenagers and MY metabolism has slowed to the point that unless I work out an hour a day and give up anything worth eating I will never get back to a reasonable size. I am learning to embrace my new size…cause that ain’t happening.
  7. I’m tired of hearing about how great your kid is on Facebook or how much you love your spouse/parents/siblings. Posting pictures is great…we get to watch your kids grow, etc., but I have some friends on there who are always going on about how wonderful the little darlings are and their grades are perfect and they are such a blessing. Gag. We all know that little hellion is out there plotting your death with a slingshot. Who are you kidding?
  8. Last, but not least, I’m tired of being tired. I crave a sense of accomplishment that I’ve been lacking for some time now. At the end of the day I want to be able to look at something and say “I did that!” Instead, I basically push paper and kill time until I get to go home to my family and my home. One of these days I’m gonna say “Take this job and shove it!” On a day like today I might even tell them to shove more than the job. I’m just sayin…



5 thoughts on “Fed Up

  1. Ok we need to go out to lunch. You name when and where and I will meet you there. I do understand your frustration especially #’s 4-7.

  2. Jo Girl, I just clicked on your Blog and I must say You are Awesome and the things you are fed up with, I believe a lot of people are also fed up with as well. I have read several of your blogs and love them all. I forgot how funny you are and you have made me laugh. Thank you. 🙂

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