Roller Coaster

I am amazed at how quickly I can pass from elated to pissed off to elated again. And, it's totally an issue of external stimulation.

Today, I got an email from a allied business . . . replete with spelling and grammatical errors . . . practically screaming at me for some imagined misdeed. I mean, really, were the all caps in red print truly necessary? Then, followed up 10 minutes later with an email that was a half sincere "oops, my bad."

Then, just as I was working myself up to a full rant . . . complete with bits of brain exploding from my head . . . I get a phone call, and VOILA! a new trainee! YAY!

Then, as I'm driving to drop off the trainee packet . . . I get cut off by some wanna be in a souped up car . . . clearly thinking he's too cool for the road. He looked a bit scary as I blew passed him, so I'm kinda glad now I held back on the "finger gesture." But, my head of steam was back . . . how dare this jerk think his "being cool" was more important than my life?

I return to my office, to see that the Phenom has stopped in. Visits to my workplace by the Phenom are fairly rare . . . and Hark! and LO! The Phenom has stopped into show me the hot little foreign made (german) car that was purchased this morning. (ahhhhhh, new car smell)

But the topper to my day was an email out of the blue from a past love . . . complete with pictures of the grandchildren. I AM TOO YOUNG TO HAVE EX LOVERS WHO ARE GRANDPARENTS!!!!!!

So, I did what any of you would do . . . spent the evening in the local bar, drinking and smoking cigars. I figure I'll feel even older tomorrow . . . but this will be worth it.