How does one conduct a rant? I'm mad and I really want to rant! The people I want to rant at are the ones I can't! Except of course, for the accounts department on level 5. They will be seeing me stomp my towering inferno heels whilst wearing my galaxy-esque dress after informing me that all my submitted work "went missing in transit". Argh! Meanwhile, my much needed ranting... I desperately want to rant at the Onion Ring. She's so unreasonable and lazy and messy and disgusting and smelly and gross. However, any gentle suggestions on these matters are not understood. Any firmer guidance is met with shouting, yelling, scary faces, telling me what to do, telling me to go to my room and informing me that I am in need of mental help. I can't do confrontation so obviously this isn't a situation I'm going to repeat.
The other person I would like to rant at is only available on email. Ranting on email is never a good thing. It's never taken in the tone it's meant to be taken in and can only result in no good. Besides, the rant I want to go on is only from a situation of my own making. I've discovered that I'm a Doormat. It's tempting to change my name from Floss to Doormat. Why do I undertake ridiculously generous tasks for people that really don't care? That really don't appreciate the efforts I go to? It's like I'm a beaten puppy dog that keeps going back to it's owner for approval and love only to get another whack with a large and heavy stick. I want to go mad at the people on the other end of this stick but I really should just be going mad at myself.
So it's no more Miss Nice-Floss. From here on in it's Miss Hard-Ass-Floss. No more massive gestures of kindness, no more putting myself on the line for the needs of others. In fact, no more generosity at all! However, I'm a compulsive Doormat. Hence some drastic actions need to be taken. I have decided that I need to take myself out of the line of fire in order to assure the lack of generosity continues. I have decided to buy much vintage chanel couture on Ebay in black and wear this at all times. (The only uniform a proper Hard-Ass-Floss would ever consider) I am going to live all alone with Pixie and Pucci and be happy ever after. It's the new alternative ending to my fairy tale life plan that has obviously gone on a massive crash and burn. No one to disappoint, no one to disappoint me. Just the Pixie, the Pucci, my shoes and me. Bliss...
Floss. x
The other person I would like to rant at is only available on email. Ranting on email is never a good thing. It's never taken in the tone it's meant to be taken in and can only result in no good. Besides, the rant I want to go on is only from a situation of my own making. I've discovered that I'm a Doormat. It's tempting to change my name from Floss to Doormat. Why do I undertake ridiculously generous tasks for people that really don't care? That really don't appreciate the efforts I go to? It's like I'm a beaten puppy dog that keeps going back to it's owner for approval and love only to get another whack with a large and heavy stick. I want to go mad at the people on the other end of this stick but I really should just be going mad at myself.
So it's no more Miss Nice-Floss. From here on in it's Miss Hard-Ass-Floss. No more massive gestures of kindness, no more putting myself on the line for the needs of others. In fact, no more generosity at all! However, I'm a compulsive Doormat. Hence some drastic actions need to be taken. I have decided that I need to take myself out of the line of fire in order to assure the lack of generosity continues. I have decided to buy much vintage chanel couture on Ebay in black and wear this at all times. (The only uniform a proper Hard-Ass-Floss would ever consider) I am going to live all alone with Pixie and Pucci and be happy ever after. It's the new alternative ending to my fairy tale life plan that has obviously gone on a massive crash and burn. No one to disappoint, no one to disappoint me. Just the Pixie, the Pucci, my shoes and me. Bliss...
Floss. x
3 comments:
What a sad and lonely existence you'll be living! You're much loved because of who you are now ... your giving spirit, caring and generosity, not to mention all the fun you bring into our lives. Now you'll be mean and boring.
FM
I won't be mean or boring. I just won't be a doormat anymore. A much better Floss over all...
You don't have to be a doormat, but you don't have to cut yourself off from love to do that.
FM
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