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There are those posts where I tell you how generous and un-New Yorkerlike my fellow Manhattanites can be...this is not one of them. I mean to tell you I nearly stabbed at least 3 folks in the eye this morning, and I've only been at work for 5 minutes!
First of all, I am trying to get to work with a rolling suitcase (full of work stuff), a huge gym bag (because my ass is starting to over-take my pants), a purse and I have just purchased a cup of coffee. As I'm leaving the coffee shop this woman who is not dressed for work and has no where to go, holds the door slightly for me to catch, and then while I'm struggling to wheel my bag over the threshold, gets tired of waiting 5 more seconds and says, "I can't just keep holding this, I can't do everything for you," and drops the door on me. Can you even believe that! After I fight my way out the door, I pass her ambling down the street with nowhere to go, nothing to do, just being a bitch for the hell of it.
Then I lug all my stuff on the train and am hauling the suitcase up a huge flight of stairs, when a woman decides that though there are 3 empty staircases, she must descend on the same one I'm ascending, regardless of the fact that she is unencumbered and I am heavily laden.
And then, I have to fight the elevator open twice in the process of getting on, while 3 stupid twits stand inside NOT pushing the door open button. So by the time I arrive at my office, I'm late, sweating, stressed out, and ready to throttle the next person who walks in the door. Of course y'all know my office is a shit show and only breeds more anxiety.
So for today, my dears Merry F*%#ing Christmas. (and Mother, do not call me and comment on my language, I hate putting family on my short list, but I'm not above it today!)
First of all, I am trying to get to work with a rolling suitcase (full of work stuff), a huge gym bag (because my ass is starting to over-take my pants), a purse and I have just purchased a cup of coffee. As I'm leaving the coffee shop this woman who is not dressed for work and has no where to go, holds the door slightly for me to catch, and then while I'm struggling to wheel my bag over the threshold, gets tired of waiting 5 more seconds and says, "I can't just keep holding this, I can't do everything for you," and drops the door on me. Can you even believe that! After I fight my way out the door, I pass her ambling down the street with nowhere to go, nothing to do, just being a bitch for the hell of it.
Then I lug all my stuff on the train and am hauling the suitcase up a huge flight of stairs, when a woman decides that though there are 3 empty staircases, she must descend on the same one I'm ascending, regardless of the fact that she is unencumbered and I am heavily laden.
And then, I have to fight the elevator open twice in the process of getting on, while 3 stupid twits stand inside NOT pushing the door open button. So by the time I arrive at my office, I'm late, sweating, stressed out, and ready to throttle the next person who walks in the door. Of course y'all know my office is a shit show and only breeds more anxiety.
So for today, my dears Merry F*%#ing Christmas. (and Mother, do not call me and comment on my language, I hate putting family on my short list, but I'm not above it today!)
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