Sweet Catastrophe

It may be time to take a vacation from work. Every now and then I just hit a wall– all of my annoyance for different people I deal with or different aspects of working in retail just start getting to me and I get dangerously close to snapping at someone.

I hate conflict. I hate being a bitch, but I have no problem snapping at someone who genuinely deserves it. But really, it’s not that often that they actually do.

A few people are just really trying my patience right now– rambling on about things I absolutely could not care less about and should actually not even be hearing, telling me how I should do my job, or just continually trying to keep discussing an issue that a)was never actually an issue in the first place and b)has been ‘resolved.’ I just want to put clamps over my ears and go, “la la la la la la la” very loudly, like a toddler, until they get the picture and just walk away.

I’m starting to really wish I’d taken that job in the cash office back when they offered it. I’d have had to be there at 5 every day, but I’d have gotten away from a lot of these people.