Not a fan

I have never been a fan of people publicly venting. My opinion is, you need to find a creative outlet, journals, working out, retail therapy, ect. but don't throw you're problems on other people.

BUT

I'm making an exception.

Just this once.


I normally post about my problems or trials in an up beat "whistle while you work" kind of way. But not this time. I'm done.

*Warning:Extreme sarcasm and Self-Pity*

I"m tired of being blamed for the disorganization of my job.
I'm tired for working with so called professionals that lack any sense of professionalism that, in turn, makes me look extremely unprofessional. Oh, but I can't do anything about them, because I didn't hire them, it just looks like I did.
I'm tired of being the face of every ones disappointments. If someones mad because their dishwasher has soap build up on it, it's my fault. If someones dog pooped on the wrong side of the fence, it was me, trying to ruin your day. (actual situation, not a dramatization)
If someone complains about their neighbor playing music too loudly...it's my fault.
I'm tired of being graceful. Sometimes I just wanna yell at people the way they yell at me.
I'm tired of being undermined. If i take all the heat all the time, respect me like I am.
I'm tired of inconsistency. If you say you're going to do something do it...or better yet, don't say you're going to do something if you don't intend on doing it.

So basically I'm just tired (which is probably why I've taken the "diatribe" route instead of the "turn the other cheek" route.)

oh and a couple of shout outs to wrap this hot mess up...

Shout out to the girl who flipped me off on campus yesterday...
  Consider wearing something other than all black, because while it matches your jet black hair and the asphalt perfectly, camouflage is so last season dear. Also, I stopped a good 10 feet before I hit you or even the cross walk line, which means, I didn't hit you, which means everyones ok. Simmer.
  Also, who has the car in this scenario...me. So unless you can run real fast, I'd win that fight ..9 times outta 10.
  I'm sure you're a nice girl so let me fill you in, yelling profanities and flipping someone off is typically frowned upon at your place of learning.

Shout out to the tenant who just blamed me for her rent being late because I sent the courtesy email to reminder to get her payment in to her husband and not her.
 Oh, my dear. You've lived her 6 months, you know when rents due. I'm not your mom, or your husband or your life coach. You got this! I know you can do it because every other adult with a check book can. You will pay the late fees and I wont feel bad.. got it?! I know you'd like me to feel responsible for your actions but I think Barney (the dinosaur) said it best...to his audience of 5 YEAR OLDS, that "I'm responsible for me"! See ya next month, same time same place.

Shout out to the girl who came into my office and threw her mail on the desk. I get it, it's not your mail, you're tired of getting it...imagine being the managers, they get mail every single day that belongs to their tenants who give all their distant relatives the office address (ours) because they can't remember the 3 numbers outside their door. And its much easier if I just hand deliver them their mail any ways. My point being, I get it, it stinks getting other peoples mail, however....I did not mischievously wish this horrible postal curse upon you. No one did. Throw the mail away for all i care, but please...PLEASE don't throw it at me. Just don't throw things!

Ok I'm finished. I think I need a creative outlet, like painting, or yoga. Or maybe just a new week.