The cure is a large dose of San Diego

I’m exhausted. I’ve been working like a maniac at work, which is very unlike me. Just because I’ve been concentrating, don’t let that fool you into thinking that I’m being dedicated or anything. Still hate Bank of No Forks as much as ever, but the deal is my wee family is going on vacation all next week so I’m trying to get a ton done.

You know what really drives me crazy? People who leave voice mail messages excruciatingly slowly, droning on for five minutes, then give their phone number at Mach 2 and garble the number so badly there are only six intelligible numbers.

Things have not been going well so I come home from work very frustrated.

My frustration level has remained fairly high, which then translates into irritation, sometimes causing me to fixate on something to an irrational degree.

Take for instance, marshmallow flavored vodka. What the hell is that? Who drinks this crap? Why even invent it? And the commercial is hideous. What about blue lipstick screams marshmallow vodka? Who the hell thought blue lipstick was a good idea?

Why can’t I just change the channel when it comes on? Even when I’m watching something on the DVR I stop and watch that damn commercial and get all riled up over it.

Clearly, there is something wrong with me. My old therapist would definitely have something to say about it.

 Is there something that you find yourself irrationally irritated over? A commercial? Someone or something from work? I’ll bet that irritates the hell out of me, too.