I don’t give a FUCK tonight…
*Warning this post contains swearing. **This post has not been proof read and I don’t give a shit about spelling or any other mistakes in it, so please don’t even waste my time with a comment rather fuck off and go proof read someone else’s blog.
Today I had a super shit day! I had a lot on my to-do list but honestly – FUCK IT all! If I had a bottle of tequila I would probably be doing shot’s right now at my desk as I write this. But instead I have watched an episode of Grey’s Anatomy which has resulted in me fighting tears for 60 minutes and now my poison is a Sarah McLachlan CD and chain smoking.
Am I the only one that has these days’s where I lie in the bath and think – WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?
Who wants a life filled with deadlines, bills, bonds, potholes, broken robot’s, traffic, crime, people with no integrity, a president with 20 kids, a country with no accountability…blah blah you get the picture.
Its day’s like this that I close my eyes and I can see my hut on the hill top in Thailand. In my hut I have essentials (a battery powered GHD, a bikini and sun block) – and that is all I have to my name! (Okay maybe a little MAC makeup)
Series of events that leads me to these thoughts:
- Meetings where peoples actual goal is to basically deliver on 80% of a project and hope for the best, and when I am like WTF they look at me as if I am an alien from MARS!
- A SMS sent from collection agency to my ex who I own a property with for back dated rates and taxes totally R10k. I expected this bill – I did not expect: 1. It to come from a collection agency, as I provided all details & never received a statement (when I called to follow up I was told to wait for a statement, we are not the only complex they are registering). 2. A demand that we settle it today otherwise they will cut our service off (This I laughed at, what are they going to cut off – garbage collection? Sure, they going to know which dustbin or garbage bags are our units and leave it behind on collection days. Or god forbid they might switch my sewerage off…. 3. My statement was emailed to me as a .TXT file (you have to be shitting me – no City Of Johannesburg logo or details, even the Nigerians running the 419 Scam’s are more professional).
- Finding out that Liberty Life is holding my RA payout as SARS marked me for an audit (due to my previous accountant being bloody useless), Gay Husband sorted all my tax out in one afternoon (note: he is still doing his articles), and submitted audit documents already but now I am at the mercy of SARS processing audit doc’s and by the time they do that some sort of other tax will be due! For goodness sakes SARS I think I have paid more tax than most people pay in their life time and always done it on time – cut me some slack or do you maybe have a platinum package or loyalty package I can join?
- I have like another 10 things I can add to this list but I am getting bored bitching.
Anyways so this dinky bottle of champagne I found is finished and now I wish it was Thursday night so I could take my ass off to club – line up a row of tequila’s and dance on a speaker like I am sixteen all over again! I need to do something with all this pent up energy.
Anyone that knows me knows that I don’t give up, if there is a will there is a way and believe you me I think I have moved mountains before to get stuff done.
But tonight I surrender – dealing with stuff in this country is like trying to keep a bucket full of holes filled with water!
There will be no bitchy emails to the collection agency, or emails to SARS and Liberty Life or reworking project plans….tonight I have learnt that I cannot fight every battle….there are just some not worth wasting my energy on.
But tomorrow is a whole different story….
((((HUGS))))
Nice.
Awww, hugs hunny pie! I have days like this all the time! Keep your chin up, get another bottle of champagne/wine/strawberry nesquik (whatever your heart desires), and take yourself for a hot bubble bath. And throw in some chocolate if you have some!
P.S. I’d kill for a battery-powered GHD! Or perhaps having a full-time hairstylist to cater to my every whim!
Wow. This is deja vu…I feel like this most days. I even blogged along a very similar tune: http://azras-adventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/seeking-browner-pastures.html (excuse the shameless plug).
Well, know that you’re not alone in your frustrations. It’s an on-going struggle for me, an every day battle. I have good days, then really crappy ones. Whats worse is that I’m naturally very optimistic and positive, but its like all that is drained from my blood on a daily basis and I feel like I have nothing to be optimistic or positive about. And especially on those days when you’re certain that there’s no limit to how many morons you have to deal with in the day. But I guess meeting people like you that share your sentiments makes it a teeny bit easier. Hope you’re feeling better
Hope you have a better day tomorrow
jeez marie! shame!
go spoil yourself.
it could be worse
u could be JC’s 20th!
Come back to london!….starbucks on suturday will heal all – they just launched “Tequila Skinny Latte”
Dear Sister,
1. Move.
2. JZ Shall continue to breed to make his own nation. and Julius shall
follow the footsteps.
3. We all have shit days.. You’re human. I also explode once in a while.
4. Sad truth. We (our family) see work differently, as we come from a background of owning the company,(And thus, when we work for ourselves or for someone else, we work with the ethnic, care, precision, and pride as if the company was ours) where as the idiots you work with.. they mainly come from the background of going to an organization to do as little as possible and get paid for it.Why? because it doesnt effect them, they still get paid at the end of the day..right? and they lack a big thing called PP – Personal Pride. So they are personally satisfied with their crappy 80% complete effort while we’re pulling our hair out and wanting to slap them with the nearest piece of office equipment . Thats life, and i doubt it changes from city to city, country to country…Nah it actually doesnt. I can vouch for SA, UK and Australia now.. Some people are just useless at their job and still strongly believe that is the field they should work in even though they do more damage thru a Butterfly Effect to the company ..
5. Keep your chin up and dont let them get to you.
6. You should really go shopping and stock up on some drinks at your place…
Hope the rest of the week treats you better, if not, slap the fucker with the keyboard when no one is looking. Sorted.
Loved your entry. Thanks!! Feel the same some times…
Hi SLV,
dropped you a cryptic tweet after i checked your blog, like your attitude.
Ur profile talks of idea generating and telco / techno….my business is into providing instant communication solutions which = ideas for lazy clients (who reads this blog?!)about consumer interaction with brands.
I’m always keen to bash some ideas about to earn a crust. if you are interested come back or tweet.
Ciao, Kevin.
I’m thinking about quitting my job because it’s become a huge factor in Personal Pride. Rather quit than have a Personal Pride problem. Thanks. Don’t tell anyone.
When are you posting your next rant and rave…
I’m famous! Ha ha ha. Finally!!
Gay Husband you will always be famous in my life x x x
Thanks so much.
Alex,
You better send some of this Tequila Skinny Latte my way. I need some.
I do miss London.
Rob,
Have you got some new pictures that I can put up. Maybe I should make you a tab on my blog for your pictures and you can post them directly.
You are so right. Hope you are having more better days than bad days.
Hey Sarah, um, yeah have some new ones, but I am in the process of setting up a completely different shoot than anything I have ever done.. Might be done sometime this month depending on when the right people are free… but I’ll let you know when I’ve done everything and how they came out..