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i am just. so. irritated. i feel like there's sandpaper in my panties, or something. and although i have good reason to be irritated, it irritates me to BE irritated.

you know what i mean, don't pretend you don't.

i'd rather not feel annoyed. it's an uncomfortable feeling, and i don't like it. it feels like you do when you're just about to catch a cold -- you know, snotty and achy and out of sorts. i'm not really sure what's triggered this off, but it might be one, or a combination, of the following factors:

1. ignorant or unthinking actions of people i don't care about.

2. ignorant or unthinking actions of people i DO care about.

3. disrupted sleep patterns, as yet unresolved.

4. the "drop" from a very high stress week.

5. people's actions not matching their words.

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of course i know i've had a lot going on, and of course i know i'll probably feel better after some (uninterrupted) sleep, but even still, this could be an opportunity to not only define some boundaries, but actually stick up for them.

my goal someday is to not to settle for less than i deserve.

but what is that, exactly?

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does anyone else think of this kind of crazy shit?

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work was work, four laundry loads later. four walk-ins, eight check-ins, and fourteen different requests from fourteen different people.

one lady couldn't connect to the 'net from her laptop. i asked if she had a wireless card, and she said no. so i told her to come down and get a cable and go hardwire, and she said, well, i connected just fine at a different hotel last night with no cable. but she came down to get one anyway. i told her if she was still having problems, to come down with the laptop and i'd take a look at it.

well, she called down and was EXTREMELY frustrated, and totally pissed off, ready to check out. i mean, this woman was jonesing BAD. she wanted me to come up to her room, but i'm sorry, unless it's on fire there's no way i'm going up to ANYONE's room, and even then i'd probably wait for the fire department. hey, you never know, and i'd rather be alive and fired than dead and mourned.

so she came down with the laptop, all twitchy and anxious and bitching, but a couple of clicks later she was good to go and i'm her new best friend.

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and, i caught Mr. CrabbyAss BEFORE he went up to his room, and ambushed him with four packets of coffee before he even asked. heh. it was worth it to see his face. i think he almost smiled.

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but to start the afternoon off, i had a mini-training on the alarm panel by the company guy. he was fascinated by my boobs. i mean, mesmerized, even. he didn't even try to hide it, he stared right out loud. it was so fucking aggravating. i know they're big, i know they're fabulous for an old broad, but hel-LO. what?? is it the new yellow shirt? is it *my* boobs in particular, or just boobs in general? i mean, he could barely speak. i have no idea what i'm supposed to do if the alarm goes off, and i don't care. i'll just flash my boobs at the alarm panel, how does that work for ya?

i wanted to pokes his eyes out.

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just....ICK.

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i'm so glad tomorrow is friday. i'm declaring it an Irritating-Free Day. so let it be written, so let it be done.

amen.

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