Monday, May 24, 2010

Passive Aggressive BS

Well, my little cygnets, I'm back from the vacation from Hell. 

After days of rain, rain and MORE rain, the weather finally cleared enough for me to get into the car and drive six hours to Chicago for my nephew's graduation.  OK, seeing my niece and nephew was a good thing.  And I saw my sister-in-law, that was good as well because she's a great person with two terrific kids.  And then I got to see my other sister in law - that was great as well.  And the inlaws were there, and they were delightful as always. 

But the time that I planned on going out and doing things was happered by rain, which effects my mood.  I'm practicly dripping in mental mildew after last week.

But ahhh, when I got back to work there was something for me!  Guess!

A co-worker wore his Passive Aggressive Personality best!  Here's the bad part of this.  He's a good guy, when he choses to be.  But this morning was not a shining moment.  Graciousness escapes him, and I often pay that price.


  1. Oh, honey. Well, if it makes you feel any better, my bout with tonsilitis, sinusitis, and the resultant bronchial cough (oy!) this week had my mood elevator careening all over the place. Yesterday, after four days of living on only antibiotics, cough syrup, decongestants, throat lozenges and apple juice (and literally nothing else - it absolutely killed my appetite), I was so loopy at work, I swear my colleagues thought I was snorting lines of coke, and then dowing Quaaludes as a chaser. I'd be sweating and manic one second, then dizzy and practically falling asleep standing up the next. Fun times. You should have sent your co-worker to me - by the end of the day, I was so wired and cranky, I would have bitch slapped his passive-aggressive ass into next week.

  2. And this, is exactly why I love you!