Regaining The Sanity

My nose still fucking hurts. =( I realize now that perhaps I should have waited to make a short erratic post about a Transformer breaking my friggen nose. Had a an angry little monkey as work swing an Optimus Prime toy into my face, causing my nose to start splattering red goo all over the gym floor, something looked like a pint once it was done and over with. Optimus Prime is/was about a foot tall toy, laden with “D” batteries for his arm cannon thingy. Either way, it hurt like a complete mother fucker. That was the owie part.

I am angry that it happened, because it was one of those stupid ass things that happen that you know you should know better than to step into. I am annoyed about the incident due to the fact that it created a highly dramatic event in front of the boys. No one needs to see that kind of bloody mess happen in front of them. They’ve had enough drama and trauma in their lives; I don’t need to add to it. The disappointment comes from the feeling that I’ve somehow let down the people who depend on me to do my job without failure. Like somehow it reflects poorly on them that I got my face bashed by a one foot toy packed with “D” batteries. Angry! Well let’s see. I was blubbering cry baby for about 2 hours. I mean, yeah, it fucking hurt! But I shoulda been about to cry it out and get it done with and be done with the sniffling crying. Nooooooooooooo. I gotta get all hormonal and girlie and cry every time someone asked me if I was ok. Then just get all irrationally emotional and grrrrrrrrr, I hate that.

The psychology of females… No let’s start with males. We encourage males to be tough. “Why are you crying? Stop your crying, I’ll give you something to cry about. Stop your crying.” Yada-yada-yada-yada. Girls, aka, the female of the species are, on the other hand, encouraged to express feelings and cry and all that other mamby-pamby shite. So when we get mad, we cry. When we get hurt, we cry, get upset and cry more. Girls are not given the appropriate coping skills for dealing with stress and anger. If they somehow do have the appropriate coping skills, meaning doesn’t get all girlie under stress and anger, then we’re just evil she-devilish bi-atches. Anyhoo, that’s the gist of it.

This morning when I got to work, I said to a third shifter that I thought about the top ten ways to get fired from this job. He just kinda smiled and set his PDA down and commented, “It’s not the top10 you should worry about, when it’s number 11, the one you never thought of that does get you out the door.” EEP! How right he is on that one. For the most part, everyone has been sympathetic and trying to give me kudos for coming back to work the next day. If they only knew that I’m only trying to protect the vacation over-time nest egg more than anything, I would have otherwise stayed home and not gone near the building. Workman’s Comp has already called today trying to ascertain the amount of suck up that needs to happen due to having a fracture in my nose from a toy that should have never gone to the gym in the first place. Grrrrrrr.

That’s all for now. Have a better week than me! =)

Tammolly~ Wary of anything near my face. Blah

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…