Friday, October 22, 2004

lynne embarks on a world-wide courtesy campaign.

Why are there so, so many shrewish louts who delight in taking the piss out of people? What happened to civility and basic courtesy?

My fingers are itching to wring somebody's neck.

Remember my internet problem?

Spent all day calling those idiots every 10mins from 10am to re-activate my connection, but the line would either be engaged, or no one would pick it up. Someone finally answered at 1410hrs. Just when I was congratulating myself on my perseverance, I heard a nasal screech from my mobile:

"We're fucking closed, damnit!"

That anonymous woman slammed the phone down, followed by a mocking dial-tone.

Wtf?? You bitch!! I immediately rang back with full intention of hurling obscenities back at her, but nooooooo the trollop pointedly ignored my calls.

So now I'm left with no internet for the weekend or more. And I'm infuriated beyond words. I wish I could just get through to that harlot, and give her a bloody piece of my mind. (Not that she'd care.) Would it KILL her to be civilised and say: "We're closed for the day"?? Would she roll over and DIE if she does that?? Would she??

I know it's silly and petty to be so irritated over such inconsequential matters, but despite knowing that, I can't help the way I feel. I don't normally get pissed off. In fact, as Jing, Jess and Abby like to say: I'm The-Woman-Of-All-Tolerance. I've this amazingly huge capacity for absorbing and internalizing all kinds of shit. But if there's one thing which I cannot tolerate, it's bad manners.

I wish all types of bad social behaviour would take on tangible and combustible forms. So I can gather them together, borrow Joanne's zippo lighter and take immense delight and satisfaction in setting it aflame. Then I'd sit back with a smirk on my face, and watch them burn as they slowly disintegrate into fine ashes.

What a heartwarming sight that would make.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

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