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.