Crybabies! 01Apr08

I’m surrounded by whiners! Everywhere! Make them sssstop.

Counting down to latest Buffie rant in 3... 2... 1...

Today, someone complained there was too much mail in our out box this afternoon. TOO MUCH MAIL in the OUT Box! OUT. It’s outgoing mail. That’s where it goes. It isn’t MY fault there was so much of it. Maybe we’re doing too much business. Maybe you should complain to the BIG BOSS about that. GO HOME and deal with it the next day!!! Is this rocket science??? Really? 

Recently, someone cried to my boss because my boobs looked too big in a particular shirt. Even said they could see my areolas because the top was so low. BULLSHIT! I have better manners and more class than that. Like I want to show off my goods in THAT environment. Puhleeze. Next time, Buffie is not going to listen to the petty garbage. She’s going to hang up the phone and go on about her business. Unlike some folks, she has work to do and cares about getting it done.

A CryBaby Award should be given to the person who complained about the junky truck being parked next to their car in the parking lot. True Story! It’s been a while ago, but some butt clown had a poo poo party with how our fugly truck was too close to their sacred automobile. The kicker? Junky truck was completely within the white lines. Not even on the edge. If CryBaby Supreme is so concerned about his ride, perhaps he should double-park in the back of the lot, like the rest of us do when we drive our nice cars to work. Just another helpful suggestion. ~evil grin~

If I took time out of my day to whine and cry about every little thing I witnessed that wasn’t to my liking, I wouldn’t have time to do anything else.

It’s called TOLERANCE. That’s what a person does when they’re around other people. They accept the fact that we’re all different and we all do things in our own way. We TOLERATE those few differences that rub us the wrong way. It takes one hell of an overblown sense of entitlement to think that a person’s lack of tolerance constitutes a change in behavior on behalf of the rest of the world. My ass! Get over it. Shit happens. No one is guaranteed a 100% happy-all-the-time life. 

BTW, ranting is not the same as being a cry-baby. I’m laughing my ass off when I rant because life can be so completely absurd! Crybabies, on the other hand, are usually miserable and pathetic. ... At least that’s what I tell myself to justify my ranting. Hee Hee Hee!!! 

~winkies~