Showing posts with label Angry Pickles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angry Pickles. Show all posts

Sunday, September 09, 2012

A Photo A Day For 6 Months: Day 121~ From Angry Pickles To Purple Garlic



"All stories are true. But some of them never happened."

~James A. Owen, The Search For The Red Dragon

Still a bit stressed, but not feeling like sharing. It's a stupid situation anyway. It's not like there isn't any humor in the mess to remind me that all dramas tend to have a little comedy to them as well. But I don't feel especially good about the whole stupid situation with or without humor. So, I have some questions if you care to share your thoughts, all opinions welcome here!

Question: Why do people have to make life so much more difficult than it has to be?

Question: Why is it so difficult to get my first name right?

Question: Is it a good idea to address someone by their email address name, rather than getting their first name right?

My came isn't Gordon Carly isn't? No, my name is Carly Gordon, but AOL has a sense of humor.

Question:  So, if you saw my email address at the top of an email, and you have been told, many, many, many, many, many times... "My name isn't Gordon, it's Carly" why would you continue to call me Gordon?

Question: How many girls do you know with the first name Gordon?

Question: Is it too much to ask that people, who want to believe they are professionals in their chosen field, do their FUCKING JOBS?

Queston: What is the appropriate amount of times one should have to correct another, before one or both people are considered OBNOXIOUS?

"I believe that there is an equality to all humanity. We all suck."

~Bill Hicks


No, the whole DRAMADY isn't made up of someone who can't get my name right, there is a lot more to it, but it's the name thing that makes dealing with this particular person a final straw every time I have to deal with them. They share NO relationship with common sense. They are condescending. They are argumentative. They are dismissive. They seem to be whoa-fully uninformed. It's not easy to be all those things in one sentence, but I'll be damned if they can't pull it off every time!

I am relatively sure I won the last round. But I wish it doesn't always, ALWAYS come to that.

Sigh.

I feel like this person takes me from the reasonable me, to the unreasonable me.

Sigh.

I can handle myself. I am not a pushover. I don't start conflicts, but I don't back down either. But I hate confrontation. I hate finding myself on the defensive over things that shouldn't happen anyway.

Sigh.

I guess I am just processing it all.

Shrug.

I suppose it's a good sign that I am less Angry Pickles tonight, and more Purple Garlic.

Shrug.

"The most fatal illusion is the settled point of view. Since life is a growth and motion, a fixed point of view kills anybody who has one."

~Brooks Atkinson

~Me :(

Today's Links...

Welcome Back JR!

JR
http://jrclinephotography.blogspot.com/2012/09/apadf6-111-114.html
 And
http://jrclinephotography.blogspot.com/2012/09/apadf6-115-119.html




Friday, September 07, 2012

A Photo A Day For 6 Months: Day 120~ Angry Pickles



"Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it."

~Jane Wagner

A Mostly True Tale...

He: That's a strange Smile you have on your face...stressed?

Me:  Yes, I am stressed. Why do you ask?

He: Well... you are picking pears off the tree and throwing them at the back fence.

Me: Oh am I? I hadn't noticed. Well... lookie there... (BANG) I AM PICKING PEARS OFF THE TREE AND THROWING THEM AT THE BACK FENCE. WHEN DID I START DOING THAT?

He: Did I do it?

Me: No, no it wasn't you.

He: Do I know who it was?

Me: Yes.

He: Oh... well... um... do I need to start burying the body?

Me: ALAN... that's a silly question... I took care of the body. It's not like I would be irresponsible or anything. I wouldn't leave it for you to do. I always finish my projects.

He: Does that mean you actually took care of the body, or does that mean you at least have a sense of humor about the situation that stressed you out?

Me: Well... if you don't know the answer to that... well... then I don't know what to say.

He: Are you going to be okay?

Me: Sure. I will be fine.

He: Good.

Me: Can I have a hug?

He: Of course, just put the pear down first.

Me: (Laughter) Damn you Alan, you always make me lose my mad.

He: Good. Then my work here is done.

Me: Alan?

He: Yes?

Me: Will you rub my back while I watch General Hospital? I just have to find out if Jerry Jacks kills the whole town of Port Charles.

He: Sure. Sheesh. The things I do for love.

Me: I love you to Alan.

He: (Pointing toward the house) Come on. ( As we walk away, he puts his arm around me, and we walk into the house, leaving the stress behind in the yard.)

The End...

Of...

A Mostly True Tale.

:)

"Stress level" extreme. It's like she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry pickles, and they were fermenting, and about it explode."

~Fiona Wood, Six Impossible Things

~Me :)