The phones are driving me crazy today. It seems to me that half the people in my office are away from their desks at any given point in time today. Coincidentally it’s the same half of the people that are getting mutiple phone calls each during that time. Few things bug me more than incessantly ringing phones. It brings out a pathological rage in me that I can barely control, I think it’s a throwback to my days on the switchboard.

It doesn’t help that our phones here don’t have an automatic answering service on them, so if someone dialed in directly (ie, not through switchboard) they’ll ring forever. I try to ignore if for a bit, then just when my frustration reaches it’s peak (as my face starts turning crimson and moments before I throttle someone) I walk the full length of the office to answer the offending phone. Past several other people who are closer and could have answered that instrument of the devil, but just as I get there it gives me one final taunt by stopping ringing!

Or scenario two - nearly as bad: I get there in the nick of time, answer it almost begging the person to leave a message and the caller, thinking they are doing me a favour, says “Oh don’t worry, I’ll try her later”. I’m sure you will! And no doubt she won’t at her desk then either!

The only thing worse than the two above scenarios is when I have just gotten back to my desk after missing / answering the phone and that person’s cellphone starts to ring, sitting pretty next to their portal to hell desk phone… Makes me want to fetch said cellphone, find its owner and beat their head in with it.

*deep breaths*

Okay, I admit I’m having a particularly raw day today. You know the kind of day when everything seems to get on your nerves? My skin itches from the inside, my legs feel like they are burning and even neighboring cubicle conversations rub on my exposed brain nerves.

Perhaps I should just go home and play some Wii… yeah, that’s the ticket

Some days though I do wish I had an anonymous blog that I could spill my unkind and traitorous thoughts onto. I do have them: ugly jealousy, bitter self-pity, raw anger and soul-squashing depression are parts of who I am also. Not my favorite parts, and I’m continually working on keeping them at a minimum, but parts of me that not everyone wants or needs to know about.

Obviously I could start another blog that gives no indication of me as it’s creator, but I don’t get around to updating this one often enough so having two would just be impractical. Which means that for now my evil thoughts will roll around in the privacy of my car and the seclusion of my head. I hope they don’t rot the upholstery ….