Things That Have Pissed Me Off This Week:
1) Loud Talkers. You know, the ones who sound like they’re purposely talking loud so everyone can hear their conversation. I don’t care that your kid likes the chocolate frosted cinnamon buns even though you think they’re revolting.
2) People who lack self-awareness. This includes people who blog about not knowing what to blog about, people who report on Facebook that it is “Only Four Days!” until they get a new iPhone, people who post pictures of their new haircut as if people care, people who think that everyone cares about what they have to say, people who…
3) Ah, fuck. People. Just people.
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I thought about crawling under my desk today to see if people could still find me. I resent my boss for going on vacation, because while he’s enjoying the countryside of Ireland, I’m getting sick and handling things that my pay scale shouldn’t allow me to handle. I’m bitter about a lot of things, and would rather spend my days making pot roasts and baking cookies.
It’s time to get away. It has only been three months since our road trip, and I am already itching for the open road. Or something. Anything.
The impending holidays are already bumming me out.
I’m tired. I’m worn. I’m bored. I’m not challenged. Or I’m challenged too much, I can’t decide. Maybe I’m not challenged in the right way.
Oh, first world problems. Wah, I have a job. Wah, I am busy. Wah, technology is annoying. Wah, let me whine to my blog.
What I need to do is stfu and start taking some pictures and losing myself in my darkroom. I need to stop whining and just spend the $1800 for two tickets to Germany. I need to buck up and do what is asked of me so I get a promotion come March. I need to remember that our generation is not entitled to things, like challenges. Sometimes, you have to work a repetitive job, even if that job does require a Masters degree in chemistry. Sometimes things aren’t fun. Sometimes things are hard. Sometimes you get sick. Sometimes your boss goes on vacation and leaves you in charge. Sometimes you have to do things that you aren’t comfortable with. Growth, and what not.
Eh. Doesn’t change the fact that I am a Cynical Cynthia today.
