Going Postal?

Hi Everyone,

This morning I started my day just after 5 am. That is about the time I get up every morning and I do this without an alarm everyday. I had my coffee, did my usual and waited for the paper guy to drop off the free papers. He arrives around at 6, but I always wait for a few minutes just in case he’s late. I mean why go out twice? Exactly.   ;D

My day was going along quite well. I stopped by to see the baby down the hall  and her parents, I helped a lady in the building and saw some other people in my building too. We talked about the weather, caught up on our lives and joked around. You know good stuff. And then I went out into the REAL world. 

On my way to my first of many stops, I grabbed another paper and reread my horoscope. I know that may seem silly to some, but sometimes it is bang on. Today was one of those days. Anyway…

As I listened to the reply of what I asked, I could feel the worst of negative emotions. Just to clarify, over the years, I have clearly defined 7 levels of negative emotions.

The first is anger, the following is 5 Levels of being Pissed Off with Level Five being the highest and then I have MAD!!!!! Mad, to me, is “Going Postal.” Since I could feel myself hitting MAD!!!!! I (somehow) restrained myself and thankfully the person could see it too. I instantly reduced myself to LEVEL 4. Not the best emotional place to be, but due to the gross level of incompetence, that was all I could muster. Great.

So in an effort to reduce LEVEL 4 to say LEVEL 1, I decided to treat myself to something I normally do yet had been putting off until I was in that area. BIG MISTAKE!!!!

When I went into THAT establishment, it was abundantly clear that the “new girl” didn’t want to help me. So I asked her if she was okay. She said she was, but her body language strongly suggested something else. I was on RED ALERT!!!

Finally after my not so subtle suggestions, like, ” I’ve been coming here for years and I know that you are supposed to do…,”  the boss came in. After a few more verbal exchanges she said she didn’t want to help me. My response was, “Great.  Just so you know I’ve been trying to get rid anyway.” The boss then said, that she is the best, repeat clients, blah, blah, blah.

That was when I started spewing facts. “Well, it is has been statistically proven that 10% of the population is never going to like someone. We, that girl and I are part of that 10%. We just don’t gel. Ten percent of the population isn’t going to like you either. I thought I would just give you the head’s up. ” Then I got into facts about customer service. Man I hit the boss hard on that. As I left THAT establishment I saw a man talking on a pay telephone.

Okay he was talking at first and then he started screaming.  That man was using every part of both his lungs and every inch of his vocal chords.  What did I do?

I slowed down, listened to every word and I relished it. I thought, “I know EXACTLY what you mean, man. People. I get you.” Seconds later he was smashing the receiver on the telephone booth and I watched that too.  He was going postal, like full on. This might sound weird, but I instantly felt better. 

I smiled as I paid for my over priced items that I needed and was pleasant to the woman at the post office. When I saw a woman I formerly worked with I told her parts of my day and about the man at the telephone booth as I mimed his hitting it. 

“He was really going postal and I watched the whole thing. Now if I saw a woman do THAT, I would suggest a long hot bath and that man needed a bath or shower at the very least. He was kind of grubby.”

I did some more things on my list smiling the whole way, stopped to chat a few times with clerks and my neighbour. She had some interesting stories that had me deciding to grab a sub. Another mistake.

As my sub is passed from one sandwich artisan to another, I tell him that I want a little mayonnaise twice. He just packed it on.

Instead of getting angry or hitting any Levels of Pissed Off, I burst out laughing. It was all I could do to maintain my sanity. In my head I was thinking, “Yep, if a fraction of the population just did their jobs properly, more than half the country would be unemployed!” That’s when his co-worker stepped in and saved my sub which made me laugh even more.

But it’s true! If a fraction of the people in this world did what they were supposed to do while at work, or in their lives, more than half the population would be unemployed! If you don’t believe me, think about it and you’ll know what I mean. Just don’t go out into the REAL world at any Level of Pissed Off because you are bound to hit another Level or find yourself, “Going Postal.”

Hit “Going Postal” and you’ll find yourself going nowhere. That keeps everyone from getting on planes and wearing some very straight jackets that are always in style at certain establishments.

Just for the record, my only experience with this is via TV shows, documentaries and a pile of books. Just saying.

Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D  

 

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