Little Miss Grumpy-pants

Hi! I'm surly!

Heather over at This Fish calls it The Rage - the time where you've just had enough. Actually more than enough. Enough that if you just come one step closer then you're going to lose your life - enough.

Work decided to be whimsical today and gave everyone those chocolate christmas calendars - the ones you get as kids where every day 'til christmas hides a chocolate. Except someone apparently stole mine off my desk before I got to work this morning. Well this is what my manager claimed when I stood over his desk and looked pointedly at him and then remarked about other ones and that normally I'd content myself with sulking dramatically but because I'd had enough with the world, I was instead going to do it loudly.

The fact that every man and his dog apparently has a few hundred dollars worth of seafood in their fridge to claim when it gives up the ghost was even enough to start me champing at the bit.

And don't even get me started on men. I'm tired of stupid, pathetic men that whinge and say that they thought they were doing the right thing by not calling you anymore.

"If I didn't want to talk to you anymore, I would tell you."

"Oh."

Right thing my ass.

Do the wrong thing, fine. But don't go hide because that's just going to drive me more nuts and means that when you finally come slinking back, I am more likely to skin you alive because now the issue isn't what you did but how you handled it. Or more importantly, didn't handle it.

I'm off to go dance and drink beer.