Angry Thoughts

i’m like a slow cooker | Angry Thoughts #1

Yes, I’m doing angry thoughts now because there’s so much in this world that irritates me. 
I am like a slow cooker. My anger simmers beneath the surface until it grows and in some rare cases, boils over. 

Eventually, I calm down. 

This week, the two managers at work are the two that I truly cannot stand. 

This meant that my anger blew up on Monday. Ding ding ding.

We have Squeaky who thinks it’s appropriate to call my name every five minutes to tell me to do the same thing. It’s to the point where I get random people saying ‘oh, so you’re snark, I always hear your name!’. I don’t like to be known like that. In an ideal world I’d get on with my work on peace. Squeaky finally got on my last nerves on Monday. It was bordering on harassment. I was so angry by the end of the shift that I was visibly agitated. Now, I was already annoyed before I go there, but still. 

I’m kind of weird in that if you’re on my bad side you get nothing from me. I’m serious. No smile, no conversation, just silence. The idea is that they get the hint and leave me the fuck alone. I guess that’s hard to do at work but I don’t give a fuck. I am not talking to you. Go. Away. Stop pestering me. Let me get on with the work. Stop calling me repeatedly. I’m not a dog. I think Squeaky has detected my disdain for them. I’d like to think that they have good observational skills, but you never know. Maybe they’re the idiot that I think they are. 

I will be ignoring them until I leave this job. 

Now onto the other manager, Damp Squib. DS was really nice when I first started. He let you get on with it and I always did a good job. That all changed a few months ago. He would get agitated and panicked and then pass that onto us. Still, he was okay. 
Until he wasn’t. 

I am probably an easy target. I don’t say much, I do whatever I’m asked and I’m not a favourite. They can all pick on me with no problem. DS is always on my case. I finally reached my limit last Friday when he was like, “I’m giving you two options – the hard way or the easy way’

Excuse me? Im not your child. 

Fuck you and your options. 

Like I said, I’m quiet and I don’t really speak to managers. Not because I’m uppity, but because I’m not stupid. The managers do the most gossiping. They and the fucking staff members who kiss ass and make friends with them. 

I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to make money.

To go back to Squeaky, there was an awkward situation where they were more or less laughing at me along with someone else. I can’t prove it, but I’m 99% sure. I’m not mad over it, but since then I’ve paid Squeaky dust. Whenever they try to speak to me I just look on blankly. Squeaky doesn’t care, which works well for me. 

Damp Squib on the other hand… he tried to smile at me and I just walked past him like I didn’t see. I don’t think so, buddy. I’m not wasting my energy fake smiling at you. He also asked me for a favour (very rudely) and then tried to thank me after. I was just like, whatever. I don’t have time for him. The first, second, third time, I let it go. After that, no. I don’t think so. 

I am so done with all of them. If I didn’t need money, I’d just never turn up again. I have never encountered such a situation where I feel like I’m being treated like an animal. I think animals are treated better than we are. 

Our new HBIC has installed a ‘no talking’ policy, just so we know that he’s a dick, I guess. Noted. Fuck you too, I’m not going to say a word to any of you. I am not doing you favours. I am not smiling at you. If I didn’t need my vacation time approved, I’d never voluntarily speak to any of them again. 

They can all fuck off. 

In the meantime, I’m gonna go dust of my resume. 

It’s time to escape this hell. 

snark, out (hopefully soon!)

Bitchin', writing

stay in your lane

Hello, people. I am here to snark, rant, consciously uncouple my feelings, whatever you want to call it. 

Let’s just say that this post is about writing about bees. 

Writing about bees is common, people reading it is even more common. I could write two thousand words about bees and I’m sure everyone would love it. Bees are everywhere and anywhere and people naturally gravitate towards it. It’s popular with everybody. 
Everyone but me. 

See, I am not a trend follower. If I was, maybe I would have been a popular writer but I like to be different. I like to write what I would like to read. 

Continue reading “stay in your lane”


hit backspace and breathe easy

Night time anxiety, y’all. 

The worst kind. 

Today I’m wondering why I have such a big problem replying comments. If you’ve noticed that I reply at odd times or somewhat infrequently – you’re observant. I have to be in the correct mood to reply comments otherwise it won’t happen. 

It’s a byproduct of something that I went through years ago. There’s nothing like a group of people nitpicking every word just to belittle you or bring you down. Now, I was no shrinking violet. I held my own and defended myself but what no one tells you is that defending yourself gets exhausting after a while. It’s a lot of energy that could be used elsewhere. So eventually I just started keeping my mouth shut. The amount of time I type up comments and then hit backspace and breathe easy is crazy. 

Anyway, when you’re opinionated, this is what happens, but still. I just want to comment without the internal monologue or second guessing myself. I’m tired of just writing lol instead of this is so great omg let me babble at you.
Continue reading “hit backspace and breathe easy”

A to Z Challenge 2017

people – #AtoZChallenge

I’m way behind again.

Anyway, I’m here to bitch about people. Lemme break it down. 

Loud people

Why are you so in love with the sound of your voices? Seriously, keep it down. And don’t act like you weren’t screaming your business around the place when we all heard you. Use your indoor voice, please. 

Rude people

Please. Thank you. Sorry. These are words/phrases that you need to utilise. Also, don’t expect me to smile in your face after you’ve been rude. You will get the blank stare or resting bitch face. 

Controlling people

Do you ever think that your life would be less stressful if you stopped trying to control other people? You would have more time for yourself and you wouldn’t need to worry about micromanaging other people’s lives. Doesn’t that sound nice? If not, kindly fuck off anyway. 

Arrogant people

Everybody’s shit stinks, including yours. So come on down from your high horse and accept that you’re no better than the rest of us 

Self centered people

You’re just not that interesting. 

Rich people

We all know that you got to where you are by trampling over other people. You’re not fooling anyone. 

Racist people

On behalf of all of the non-white folk out there – why you so obsessed with us?

Judgemental people

Look, we all judge people but some of y’all take it too far. We can judge, but when you do all of the extra – threaten, belittle, demean – you’re doing too much. If it isn’t your life, it’s not your problem. 

YouTube people

The kind that start shit in comments for no reason. Y’all are fucked up, that’s just about it really. 

Childish people

After you turn eighteen, it’s time to grow up. I know it’s painful, but it’s for the best. 

Attention seekers

Again, not that interesting. 

Twitter fingers 

Does anyone not deal with their problems head on without running to Twitter these days? Handle your business instead of internet thuggin’. We all know that you’re not about that life. That includes you, Donald J. Trump!

I could go on, but you get the point, we’re our own worst enemies. 

A to Z Challenge 2017

opinionated -#AtoZChallenge 



expressing strong beliefs or judgments about something

having or showing strong opinions

I am often told that I like to argue but I don’t. I’m just very much interested in getting my point across. That’s all. I also like to have the last word and I’m a bit of a know-it-all (it’s not deliberate, I just retain facts and need someone to spout them to, surely that’s understandable? No? Fine).

I don’t mean to be opinionated but I just am. I would say that we’re all opinionated…Just some more than others. In my case, I am an analyst. I’m always thinking about things and trying to figure out what I would or wouldn’t do and that makes me form opinions. 

Well, most of the time, sometimes I’m just being annoying. I can’t help it. Even a broken clock is annoying twice a day. Or something. 

Yes, I often find myself speaking before I think and often that lands me in hot water and I seem to enjoy getting burnt. There are always the warning signs. I mean, once I don’t hear ‘I agree’, I should probably shut up, but I like discussions. I like hearing different opinions. If I could do that without the other person expecting me to agree with them (after they’ve already disagreed with me), everything would run smoother. 

There are a few people that know how to deal with me. They let me blather on and then change the subject before I’ve even realised what’s happened. I salute them for saving us time because half of the stuff I argue about is so asinine that I don’t even care anymore by the end of it. These days, I try to end conversations with, ‘well, that’s just my take on it’ but no one wants to hear that, lol. Either you argue too much or you’re not confident enough to say you’re mind…You can’t freaking win with people. 

Usually, breaking out an emphatic anyway and engaging in some subtle deflection works and then I write a snarky post about how stupid the other person is. I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But maybe I should

Nah, too lazy. 

I’m trying to get better at not coming across so strong and I think it’s working! But still, there’s always that one person who refuses to let it go until you agree with them. Or they react badly when I say that I don’t care what they think because I have a mind of my own. Perhaps that’s rude, but some people need that stern warning when they start to take it too far. 

Ironically enough, the easiest people to argue with these days are Trump supporters. Mention his name on Twitter and if you’re lucky one will come out from somewhere. I never engage with them. I have replied to a few of them with my standard line about only arguing with ‘intelligent people’, LOL. They usually go away after that. I think more people should take the same stance. 

A to Z Challenge 2017

(I)nconsiderate – #AtoZChallenge

: not thinking about the rights and feelings of other people : not considerate

Inconsiderate people are the worst kind. From the impatient person behind you who refuses to consider that something is keeping your from moving fast. They push past you only to end up getting in the way when they can’t go anywhere. Continue reading “(I)nconsiderate – #AtoZChallenge”

A to Z Challenge 2017, Awkward Situations

F(riendship) – #AtoZChallenge


I am way behind. Both with writing and commenting on other people’s! 

Anyway, friendship. Friendship is one of those things that are we always seem to be searching for (or running away from). Most of us want sitcom friendships, y’know, where breakfast, lunch, dinner and every waking moment not related to character specific plots are spent together. Most of us get the opposite. Friends who don’t call or reply to text messages. Friends who suck. The lucky ones get the good friends. The kind that read their shitty stories and listen to them whine at stupid’o’clock or wax poetically about Tom Hardy’s lips. 

In my case, I lost the friend lottery very early on in life. Every best friend I’ve ever had would suddenly start ignoring me in favour of a third person. Although, maybe it was all in my mind. Perhaps I was just the clingy friend. It all dates back to when I was a kid. When I was bullied, the friends I had would leave me on my own because it was either that or stand up to the bully who declared me a no friend zone. The sad thing is that I just accepted it. I’d hang out by myself or with the younger students. I always remember those little brats destroying my bright orange jacket (probably for the best). It’s strange because people tend to gravitate towards me but they don’t seem to want to stick around. I’ve been told how awesome I am by so many different people, but apparently that means nothing when it comes to keeping in touch. 

Eventually all of these little things add up. In the past I have found myself showering friends with gifts so that they would like me. I tried to be an ear to everyone, tried to go out of my way if they needed help. I’m always trying to help people but the issue is that sometimes I need something back. Rarely do I get it. 

There are two things that are major friendship no-nos for me. The first is ignoring me. I don’t need anyone to take time out for me, but let a girl know what’s up. It takes two seconds to tell me that you’re busy. The second is expecting me to be the one to ALWAYS get in touch. The second came about after I had a falling out with my close friends from school. They decided to stop speaking to me without informing me. I only had a clue that they were angry because someone else told me. Apparently I’d uploaded a slideshow online and they didn’t want their pictures up. Fair enough, it wasn’t my intention to do that. In fact, they had all seen the video beforehand. All it would have taken is for one person to say, ‘hey, Snark, can you take that video down?’. Instead it became this crazy argument that I wasn’t even part of. 

Needless to say, things cooled soon after that.

Since then, I tend to friend one or two people. I don’t do huge groups. Too much potential disappointment. I don’t hold onto friends tightly anymore and I’m cool with sporadic communication. I’m never going to have an Instagram page filled with cutesy pictures of friends having fun but I don’t care. 

Being a hermit is cheaper and less headache inducing. I have more time to laze around in bed and watch shitty television. 

Friends come and go, and I’m okay with that. 

Life is too short to chase after people who don’t care.

Written as part of the a to z challenge.