Bitchy McWhinesalot

I'm trying to be glass-half-full about today. Only, my glass has been filled with little things that annoy or stress me.

This morning I was late to work because I told my sister I'd go by and feed her cat before work. Well, I forgot, and I know better than to forget something for my sister. I've always been "the flakey one" and so now I try really hard not to remain catagorized. It doesn't work, but I try.

Work was looking up because today is sort of hazy and cloudy and that means that sunlight wasn't beating down on my windows at work. Yay! I had work to do but most of it was annoying. I just buckled down and got it done. I felt that sense of accomplishment that comes with doing things you've been dreading. I got about 4 houses sold before lunch.

I also got a little project to do which consisted of putting contact information into the system for some new sellers we'll be working with. My boss came to me.

"Did you put in all seven?

"Yes sir."

"I only got 6."

"I did all of them."

"Hmmm, I'll wait."

"Okay."

*10 minutes later, he brings me a sheet of paper*

"This is the one that didn't come through."

"Okay, I'll put it in again."

*15 minutes later*

"Hey, you know the one I said didn't go through? I got it twice. It turns out you did put it in the first time!"

"Cool."

Why did this irritate me? It wasn't my boss, who is SO. FREAKING. NICE. to me. I guess it was because I want to do everything right the first time. I'm a perfectionist. And I got doubted. How can I say to my boss "See, I know I put this one in because her middle initial is "X" and I was all "Xena: Warrior Princess of Real Estate!"

Yeah.. no.

When I got back from lunch I was told that one of the email addresses I put in was wrong. His middle intitial was "I" and I know it was "I" because it was a capital "I" with the serifs and everything. I called him to find out where I'd gone wrong.

"This is Steve"

"Hi Steve, this is Cookie from Blah Blah, how are you today?"

"What do you need?"

"Fi.. uhm, okay.. we tried to send you an email today and uh, so it came back. So they asked me to call you and um, get your email address. I have Steve.I.Blah@...."

"It's not "I" it's "L""

"Oh, okay,well thank you!"

"*grunt*" *click*

Gee, Steve, I'm having a nice day, too, and I can't wait to work with your grumpy ass in the future. Also, I got frustrated with myself because as soon as he wanted me to hurry I forgot everything I was going to say and kept stuttering and "uh, uhm, er'ing". I *hate* when people throw me off my game.

After that I got a voicemail from a woman who has decided after she's purchased the house that she's not sure if she still wants it. She's gonna "get back to me". I can't wait.

I then realized I left off something before I sent it to another department. It didn't matter at all, but it made me irritated at myself because I forgot. Then someone wanted me to call a buyer that is really weird and creepy. They could have done it, but they asked me to do it instead. Usually I don't care, but today I turned into the Hulk over it.

I've got PMS, I'm hot, and I'm crazy.

I hate being crazy because I really enjoy being pleasant and nice.

Things that shouldn't matter are driving me to insanity and rage. It frustrates me that I can't seem to control my emotions and calm myself down.

My hair? Is starting to fall out.

While I am blogging, a huge thunderstorm has started. Boom! Crash! I checked the weather for the next few days. You know what? Rain. Lows at night of 68-70 degrees. I take back everything I said about today. I love you, today! I love that you are raining and cooling everything off!

Tra la la! Tra la! I'm happy now! Bipolar at it's best.