Literally, Genevieve Clare

Anger Management

I’ve been uncharacteristically angry today. Not sure where it’s coming from, but the following events have filled me with RAGE (all-capital-letter rage, which is the worst kind):

• Someone asked me to set up a meeting and then “tentatively accepted” my Outlook invitation.  REALLY? NOW YOU’RE TENTATIVELY INVITED.
• I checked Wachovia and saw that my boyfriend cashed the check I wrote him for half the rent.  IF HE REALLY LOVED ME, HE WOULD HAVE RIPPED IT UP.
• I thought I spotted an Olsen and ran towards that person at full speed, only to realize she was just an 8th grader wearing a fur vest in September.  IMPOSTER.
• Someone used an obscene amount of business jargon in an email.  Sure, I’ll circle back with you re: the proposal after I’ve chewed on it for a bit.  AND AFTER I’VE KICKED YOU IN THE FACE.
• Someone didn’t update their baby blog for the fourteenth day in a row. WHAT IS EVEN THE POINT OF HAVING A BABY IF YOU’RE TOO BUSY TO PROSTITUTE IT ON THE INTERNET FOR GOOGLE AD DOLLARS?!?

Okay, I’m off to go punch someone on the subway.  Y’all have a great afternoon.

xo Genna