Just Ragin’

Man, I’m just raging tonight. I work 12 freaking hours in a day and come home to telemarketers annoying me while I try to have a damn meal. And I just got a new phone number a few weeks ago.

Oh, and there’s a bunch of other drama that just saps me dry, but that’s not what I want to share.

Now, when you try to relax and turn on the tv, you see nothing but garbage pouring into your living room. The best thing on tv tonight is the ads page where they show you the same ad for four hours straight and play soft rock and/or oldies.

I can’t believe I pay for this.

Sometimes it’s like there’s so much stress, so many people trying to get a piece of you or your time, you’re in a catch-22. You can bottle it up inside and let it eat away at you, where it manifests itself in physical form. Alternately, you can blow a gasket and throw a ragefest.

I’ve tried the former, and it doesn’t work, precisely because it causes physical ailments.

I can’t stand traffic tickets for failing to stop at a red light in winter conditions, even though you put in a solid effort at braking, only to discover that you have to run the yellow, which happens to turn red as soon as you make it to the far stop line, which, technically, means you failed to clear the intersection. And then a cop sees it all and gives you a ticket. Go solve a freaking murder, Mr. Policeman. It’s minus 17 and there’s black ice everywhere, and it doesn’t make sense to try to stop in the middle of the intersection, where I could get T-boned by another guy who’s doing just what I did.

I know I’ve dealt with the homeless, but they just represent another telemarketer to me - another dude trying to take your precious time and money away from you. I know some of us have a hard time in life, but we all get our own bag of hammers.

The post office makes me mad. I work in a unionized environment, but I work from 7 am till 5:30 pm, 6 days a week, which, when travel time is added in, makes for a 12 hour day. Yet the ‘unionized’ folks at the post office can’t stay open that late. I hate it that they try to deliver but can’t, because I, unlike them, work my bag off all week. So they have to hold it at the post office, which is open until 6pm, which is five to fifteen minutes before I get home from work. There’s unionized jerks, then there’s lazy, good for nothing unionized jerks. Like Buzz Hargrove.

Buzz Hargrove can GO PUMP SAND. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then have a look at some recent news. Buzz Hargrove is to the Liberals exactly what the drunk dad at the peewee hockey game is to his kid’s team. Yeah, we see you are an idiot. No, don’t cheer for ‘us’, you’re embrarassing.

Maybe I should vote for Laurie Hawn, just for that comment from Buzz Hargrove, because only one person can annoy me more than him: Screechin’ Landslide Annie.

Here’s the stupidest idea I have ever heard:

“Vote for Anne, because you need a strong Liberal voice in opposition to the big, bad Conservatives”.

Yeah, cuz we know how much the Conservatives hate the west.

Man, just choked I tell you.