In Stealth Mode 'till Provoked
Today sucked. Plain and simple. Mondays usually do, however, this one blew chunks all over the word ugly.
When your day starts out dealing with someone else who can't pull her head out of her hoo-hoo you know it is going to be a fishy day. Why is it that the dumb asses of the world can always get the sympathy vote. The old saying of he who screams loudest doesn't have to do any work or get blamed for their own stupidity seems so true. Stealth mode does have it's own advantages. People think sometimes that if you are not loud, obnoxious and outrageous then you aren't paying attention and not aware of the big picture. I like sitting back and watching the action (especially when you have had prior bad experiences dealing with people who get accolades for things they didn't actually have anything to do with). Being an information packrat also pays off. You have to know when to show your cards with this and when to hold them.
I have tracked and stashed information and lulled the idiots in question into believing that their stupid stunts will continue without repercussions and/or being called on it. I finally got to use the arsenal of information today. MUAHAHAHAHA! *Insert Maniacal Laugh Soundtrack Here* Backtracking and having such precise information and copies etc. are the best, accurate and sharpest form of weapon. The bonus item? That was the fact that one of the idiots actually told me to save all the information. How fun to use it against them!
I guess I am now sounding incredibly evil and bitchy but they brought it upon themselves. I am not stupid, just sometimes quiet and an observer.
Luckily I went on a 3 mile power walk and felt much better afterwards. Okay that and the fact that Monday Night Football was on and was perfect for the aggressive and agitated mood I was in.
A friend of mine, "K" told me once that I don't get asked out because I am too intimidating. When I asked him why he thought I was intimidating he said that I *thought* like a man and that scares most men. I was told the same thing again last night. I am afraid... very afraid. After he said that I became more aware of this and am now not sure if I am becoming more like that because I am aware or if it is just life lessons.
Great! Just one more thing to think about!
Time for a ride on the Hostess Ding-Dongs-will-make-me-feel-better train. Till next time.
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