I was expressing my woe at an annoying penchant that folks have of emailing me, 10 minutes after a meeting with them is supposed to start, to reschedule said meeting to a later time or another day entirely. As many times as this has happened, I'm still not quick enough to catch on, so I loiter around the appointed meeting room for 15-20 minutes, waiting for the erstwhile person, before I think to check around to see where they are. Rude! Rude! Rude! My coworkers' were having equally disrespectful annoyances hinder their day and so we were trading peeves.
Then one of the girls said, " There should be a club".
I piped up, "Yeah! With nails in it!".
They both looked at me like I was a lunatic. They were talking about a club where we could have wine and chocolate, share our feeling and commiserate with each other. Very Kumbaya.
I, on the other hand, was ready to soundly thump people with a stick embedded with sharp and pointy objects. No discussion necessary. Quick and efficient. With all I have on my plate, I don't have time to mess around.
I'm thinking I should maybe concentrate on enjoying the Christmas cheer a little more rather than getting so bogged down in the swale of details. Maybe some 'special eggnog' will help me de-stress. If not, maybe there's a club.
PS-Not my drawing, although I'm flattered by the folks who thought it was. It's a free clip art piece from the interwebs.