Thursday, August 21, 2014

Are people really that rude? I need a rant...

I have people in my life that are cherished, valued, and loved. I would do anything for these people. Cook favorite meals, bake favorite desserts, cover their asses, provide shelter, give comfort, bail them out, love with all my heart....I care about each of my loved ones equally yet differently. I care about what they do, think, and feel. Wondering about why they do the things they do is all part of trying to understand what makes them tick. It's an opportunity to learn about what makes them happy so I can bring a little joy to their life.

Now, I'm not much to complain about or even judge the actions and attitudes of others not in my immediate circle. Acquaintances, colleagues, and coworkers come and go. Why they do the things they do don't matter to me. Why should it? Negative and bad attitudes. Poor hygiene. Nasty countenance. I'm happy whether that person exists or not and their actions, moods, and demeanor have no impact on my life. So I ignore it. Mostly. There are people out there that insist on being so rude they must drag everyone along in their misery. The one type of person in this world I detest is the coworker that insists on coming to the office with a cold. I know, detest is such a harsh word. Let me rephrase that to dislike. Extreme dislike. Anyway, it's one thing to come in, do what you need to do, and leave quickly. Or even hide in an office. It's something rude all together to come to work obviously contagious and suck snot, sneeze, and cough all over the general population of healthy coworkers. What's even ruder? This person has the capability to work from home. Why the eff did this person bring that shit to the office? Why? Really?!

So here I am all of a sudden feeling run down. My ears are clogged, my eyes are bleary, and my sinuses are a wreck. Jeez, I think my glands are swollen too. Ok, ok. It may just be psychosomatic. But every time one of these rude coworkers decide it's a good idea to bring their diseased body to work I stress. I stress over how long it will take for me to start feeling the sickness because I am most certainly sure I got the bug. I rarely, if ever, get sick. I haven't been sick-sick in years. Why am I telling y'all this? I'm telling you this because when I get sick I'm down for days. I am sicker than a dog when I get sick. When I catch a cold it is not merely a cold. It's the precursor to acute bronchitis which morphs into a chronic condition. One time I was sick for three months straight. If it happens now, I know who to blame. 


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