Day 22: Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel. (a pet peeve, a current event, a controversial topic, something your husband or roommate or neighbor or boss does that really ticks you off)
I try really hard not to sweat the small stuff. Not to get worked up about things I can’t change. Not to rant. Not to be that crazy lady screaming in the middle of the supermarket.
Every once in a while, one of those small things catches me on a bad day, and without warning, my knickers are instantly in a twist. I become that crazy lady, but, I’m proud to say, always in the privacy of my home, never screaming in the middle of the supermarket.
Half-answered emails really make my blood boil. If I have taken the time to email you a question (or four), it is because the answer is important to me. I could understand how you might miss answering something if I left you a voicemail with a boatload of questions. But with an email, for Pete’s sake, you have my questions right there on the screen in front of you. Scroll up before you hit SEND to be sure you’ve replied to all of my queries. It’s not hard. When you don’t, I assume you are either lazy or blowing me off, and that legitimately makes me angry.
A recent exchange with our property manager illustrates my frustration:
Hi Cxxxx, What was the verdict on the A/C? Was a repair required? Any more info on when the tenants expect to be out of the house? Thanks! Mxxxx
Hi Mxxxx, The condensate line was simply clogged and needed to be cleared. There was no charge for the service. Have a great weekend! Cxxxx
That’s great news on the A/C, but what about when the tenants are moving out? Seriously, I’d have a much better weekend if I didn’t have to spend it wondering how long I have to live in a hotel! It wasn’t like my question was buried in a bunch of extraneous information. I sent a very bare-bones email. How did you miss that question? Were you just lazy or are you blowing me off? Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry…
Raising my blood pressure, thanks to Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.