Showing posts with label mean people suck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mean people suck. Show all posts

I know I had a bad day when . . .

I realize I still don't know how to stick up for myself and trying to be nice gets me no where. (googling assertiveness as we speak)

I leave my phone at home, only to finally arrive at home after an eight hour work day and realize no one called me. (actually this didn't happen, Saint called me, but still only one phone call all day?)

Four guys about sixteen years old with the skinniest limbs ever ask me consecutively if I need help out to my car - with three grocery bags. (I felt the need to seriously flex in front of them)

I asked every single person who walked in and worked with if they wanted to partake in our charity card and not one accepted. Yet all around me, other sales people are practically giving them away. (control the need to say FU)

My neighbors have surely figured out that they can play their music as loud as they want as soon as the apartment complex closes and before the nightly security comes on duty and therefore never get caught. (losing my mind here people)

I make dinner, invite Saint and on this night he calls to tell me he is running late which is fine because food going to be done for twenty more minutes, but the moment I put the phone down and check the food, I realize it's ready. Not to mention, I was already two glasses of wine in by the time he arrived. Now how did that happen?(martha stewart, where are you?)

I am a good person, I like people, I work hard and there is this person at work who is making my life hell and I am starting to hate them for it. And I don't hate people. I just don't. I can always relate to someone, their life and/or their pain, but this person - I really, really despise. They talk badly behind my back to fellow associates, using every opportunity to make me look bad and is really nice when the big people are around. There is no way to let management know without looking petty or stupid and I do not know how to play the game. I am not a fan of fake people, but this person is plain mean. I don't get it. (once again googling assertiveness and controlling the urge to say FU)

I own a tv, antennae and a converter box, but when I actually sit down to watch tv there is nothing on worth watching. (the reason I have read four books in one week)

Here's to having an AWESOME weekend!!!

TGIF peeps!

can you really kill someone with kindness?

There is this person I know, which I found out recently has been speaking ill of me behind my back doing so well at making me believe that they are my friend, and yet, it's obvious that they are not.

HOW CAN PEOPLE BE LIKE THIS?

It definitely serves their purpose to be back stabbing because if something happens to me they will benefit, so it is in their best interest to do what they can to bring me down. And yet, I am not sure why they chose this avenue, rather than to help make me successful because in the end, it makes them successful too!?!?!?! But whatever, they suck!

I would love to confront this person. Okay, that is a lie. I don't like confrontation, but I would do it in this situation, but because the people who told me, said so under the strictest of confidence I cannot reveal their identity. It is a moot point to bring it up. I have no evidence. No one to back me up. I just know this is happening.

What else do I do?

I am really crappy at being mean. I am not one of those that thinks on my feet well. I get caught up in the feeling sentimental and sympathy for people. Because if they are mean obviously they are unhappy and maybe just need a friend.

WTF!!! IS WRONG WITH ME???

This person is making things harder for me. Being horrible. This person is making me look bad. And here I sit wanting to be nice.

So what do I do?

My philosophy has always been to kill people with kindness.

If you are mean to me, I perk up my chipperness to the point where it annoys you. Can you think of someone who is so nice it makes you sick and you are like, this person is annoying, but eventually you find yourself smiling. See? That is how I get even.

Or I ignore you like the plague. Which really wouldn't help my situation here.

Thoughts? Ideas?

I can't very well higher a hit man, now can I?