Suffering Fools

Sleeping drugs? Hah! This manic mind can survive on less than 5 hours sleep darlings.  Never mind the horse tranqilisers  taken at 1 a.m.  - I wake up and bing: he mind is going 201 mph.  Full of the problems caused by the  fools that made up my working day. How I want to squash their egos, like nasty bugs.  Stomp! Voila, problem solved.

I've been told again and again that I don't suffer fools. But I do!  I really do.  I suffer, believe me I suffer.  I suffer from working with fools for a great majority of my working day!  Hello, I work in Government.  Government is populated by too many people in positions whose lack of ability to perform the job they are paid for is conspicuous by its absence. Part of me would like to tell them all what I really think.  Sometimes I lose it and do tell them what I really think. That is a career limiting action.  I'd like to quit my job and tell the world that I am going permanently insane.  I would love that.  I would truly love that.  Please God, let me be permanently crazy so I don't have to work with thicker-than-two-short-planks ego maniacal  morons. Retirement is a trillion years away.  Mon Dieu, why hast thou forsaken me?

surprised by an insect

I'd been marvelling at a BBC doco on plant life with marvellous close ups of insects showing the hairs on the legs of flys, for example.  Anyway I tired of that, and thought ready for bed.  Heading to my cosy white bed, I picked up a copy of my guide book to NYC that I have read a thousand times, but reading about again it is almost like being there, and I shall be in a few weeks.

As I snuggled in I noticed a cockroach crawling along the top of my book.  My reaction was to exclaim some kind of "er... yuk! sound, and hurl the book from my bed.  Alas if there was a roach there I had no chance to get it.  And I am proud of my roach stomping abilities.  Did I imagine this?  This is the thing with mental health problems sometimes you are not sure if the things you see really are there.

House roaches are new to Melbourne, they've been here now for about 15  years I think or longer  - we have some indigenous ones, but the roaches in Aussie houses are what they call American or German cockroaches, considered dirty, and I'm still not used to them.   I have baits everywhere.  Of course all the poison is probably far worse for you than insects.  Alas, they creep me out,  I'll happily pick up a snake or spider, but roaches: no, no, no!  I squash them and remove them with a tissue then scrub my hands like someone with OCD.

How silly.

Rage in the heart, mind, blood

I lay in bed tonight unable to sleep.  Thoughts of the day and the people I would like to wipe from my world for eternity fill my head.  This makes me angry as I have already spent a long day working on a job that is largely a huge waste of my creativity.  I left the office 6 hours ago, but, in my head I'm still there.

Diplomacy???


Having a full-time job where one has to deal diplomatically with people one considers infuriatingly frustrating is hard for someone who is infamous for her lack of tolerance and tact.  I was born without the tact gene.

My current workplace within Australian Government means that I often spend valuable time (when I could be on Facebook, Youtube, or simply staring into space)  listening to morons who are acting on ego, and insecurity rather on what is best for the community.

Government is littered with teensy departmental silos, (fiefdoms), staffed with those thinking with their egos, playing politics (duh), and running their own agendas rather than thinking big picture. No strategic planning here folks.   It's all about power, and resentment, with no overarching plan.

Tolerating the inexperienced, yet overconfident-in-their-own-abilities morons is a hard task for a woman with not tact.  Ghandi would be fine here. I'm not Ghandi.

I found myself today chairing a meeting at which I wanted to scream at many  in the room to just shut up and go far away, never to return.  One of the more unpleasant members of this regular meeting routinely spouts utter nonsense in order to impress. He clearly has a very small penis. Or brain. Take your pick.  I don't know who this idiot thinks he is impressing because in he past 18 months he has yet to make a valid point, but he presists in taking up a good percentage of airtime.  We sit there and nod, tolerating his ego-driven gibberish in an effort to appear consultative. (Hah!)

Then there are the members of the group who negatively critique all output (not their own), yet contribute little more than barriers.  There are those precious moments too, when rather than deal with confrontation within the meeting, they babble about "moving forward".   Yet to me they appear to me to be moving backwards, dragging us all into the bottomless cesspit that is Government bureaucracy.

Also, I particularly loathe Aussie telco Telstra at the moment, for reasons too banal to go into, dear reader. However since I am in the midst of rage I thought I'd mention that they are the creme-de-la-creme of providers of poor customer service.

Off with all their heads.