Day of 1000 Assholes…

Well, at least three.

Today at work, I got into it with one of our Technical Managers who was hellbent on trying to design our system during a high level planning workshop.  These workshops have a way of bringing out the worst in me… stuck in a training room with 18 people, only 8 of which actually give a crap about the stuff that is getting proposed is not a recipe to endear me to days of productivity.  At very least it becomes a cautionary tale of what not to do.

So I came home from work tonight and had to go back out to Church to help set up some AV equipment.  I got Eve all situated, and we ended up on the road.  We were in a 40 mph zone, and this white SUV in front of me was doing about 20 for quite a long time.  I wasn’t tailgating him, but I was secretly (outwardly) wishing that he’d step on the gas.  I eventually get tired of waiting for him to learn to drive, so I switch lanes to go around him and he flips me off.  I looked a him perplexed for a second, since his inability to drive must have angered him so much that he took it out on me.

Last, but certainly not least, we have a woman at Church who felt it necessary to lay into my friend Tom and I for getting the AV equipment set up for our session.  There is a big common area at our Church center, so we pulled all the equipment into the galley to set it up in order to not disturb her class that was taking place in said common area.  We ultimately needed to plug it in to a jack in the common area, so with about 3 minutes left at the end of her class we went and wheeled the cart into the area.  Note: her class was at the back of the area and there was nobody remotely near us.  We do our thing (less than 10 minutes) and are headed out.  She stops us and says “for future reference, I’m going to need you to wait until the class is over entirely before you are moving through.  I have to, because of the children.”  My first response was apology, and a question of how we bothered things by moving the cart through the common area.  She repeated her request.  I thought for a second she was actually in one of the classrooms (again, we were so far away I didn’t recognize her as being part of the common area class) and asked if we accidentally switched on the equipment in the classrooms and that’s what distracted her.  She didn’t acknowledge any of this and repeated herself again.  I said “ohh….. kay…..” and turned to go.  My friend Tom said (loudly, within earshot) “Don’t worry about her, she’s just a control freak” and away we went.

Now I’m sitting here in my house, the baby is asleep, and the only asshole to be found is my dog who is consistently sleepfarting right now.  I think I’m going to go out in the back yard now, and hope I don’t run in to any more.