Rage Control

Day 68

You know what the downside of not stuffing your emotions with food is? You are forced to find way other ways to control your rage that doesn't include lawsuits, divorce or long periods in jail. Let's discuss broken dishes, missing telephones and other resentments. You don't mind reading along if it keeps me from eating one or four of the mini Kit Kats staring at me from the bowl across the room do you?

The Cleaning Authority comes to clean my house every two weeks. Mostly, they do a good job. We had a mishap or two early on but I gave them opportunities to make it right and we've been getting along just fine ever since. However, a couple of weeks ago, I avnoticed that they broke one of my Mickey Mouse salt and pepper shakers without saying anything. (Don't make fun of me. I love Mickey!) It's a small thing that wasn't really worth any money. Although it did have sentimenal value that can't be replaced. But, it was an accident. Right? Having turned over a new leaf this year, I decided to let it go.

But, now I could spit bullets. Tonight, I come home to find that they have broken a bowl, given to me by my best friend, while dusting. This is no tiny ass knick knack. You don't just knock it off with a feather duster. It was on top of a book shelf. That takes work. Of course, they are willing to pay for it. But, how should I know how much it cost? It was a gift. And, beyond that, they came dangerously close to knocking off my husband's vintage G.I. Joe Helicopter that is worth several hundred dollars. That would have been REALLY bad. But, they didn't so, at this point, I'm still considering forgiving this sin and shorting them $20 for the broken bowl.

Until... My husband calls on the house phone which, for some reason, I cannot find. I'm running around the room like a lunatic because I hear it, I just can't see it. Where can it be? Would you like to know where I found my phone? BEHIND THE BOOK CASE! Really? How is it that you can manage to clean  up all the broken glass, but you decide it's ok to leave the phone wedged behind the book case? Did they think I wouldn't notice?

Good Grief!

And, while I'm on a roll, and not at all thinking about the York Peppermint Patties nestled along-side those Kit Kats, let's talk about the rudeness of old people. Being over the age of 60 does not give one the right to treat teenage grocery clerks like dirt. Nor does it suddenly mean that rules of the road don't apply. I swear sometimes they are worse than the tweenagers at the movie theater. You REALLY don't want me to get started on that one.

Ok... I feel better. All Kit Kats and Peppermint Patties are present and accounted for and my dinner of Grilled Pork Loin Chops, Santa Fe Rice and steamed squash is ready. Thanks for letting me vent.

My name is Margaret and I have issues with my rage.

I mean...

Cheers!
Margaret