They always say the first step towards getting better is admitting you have a problem right? Well I have a problem… I am a Bitch-A-Holic. This is nothing new and there was no recent moment of enlightenment. I have always done a lot of bitching, pretty much my whole life.
And I have always recognized these complaining tendencies. In fact complaining for me is like an art form. The world and the stupid people that we are forced to endure each day are my canvas, my negative attitude is my paint and my verbal creativity is my brush. I’m cool with that.
I have discovered that this may be something to be proud of… in a weird sort of way. I’ll write more about that in my next post.
I’ll admit my complaining can occasionally be without merit, but more often something has happened to really irk me. Just last week, my Lady Friend and I were on vacation and we stopped at a grocery store to pick up a few items, well below the 12 items or less threshold for the express lane. Despite that lane having an extra person or two waiting I hopped right in, figuring they have less crap so it should go quicker… right? This theory would hold up if the person doing the “checking out” realized it was an EXPRESS LANE.
Or more accurately if the manager assigning duties to the employees realized it was an express lane. In this particular case they chose the chattiest, slowest employee they had on their roster and plopped her down in the express lane. Well after people paid she was still asking them questions about their lives. Meanwhile, the eye-daggers I was sending her from the back of the line was not moving things along.
I watched people in the normal lanes whipping through faster than we were. When it was my turn to pay I pushed my check card into her face before she even finished ringing up the total. And as the transaction was ending, I had my bags in hand, starting to walk away as she handed me the receipt – lest she attempt to make conversation and piss off more people behind me.
Some people would shake this off and forget it, but I complained about this incident to everyone who would listen. My name is Jon… they call me the Simple Dude. And I am a Bitch-A-Holic.
As I mentioned earlier, there may be a bright side to this addiction… I am thinking it through now and will write more in a couple days.
P.S. Oh, and we had a great vacation – though it sucks to be back in “winter” now. I’ll post more about that with pictures later too!