Argh was the main word in my vocabulary; some days it still is.
Also several times I have been asked what the pounding noise is on my end of the phone, and the answer is always, "it's just the sound of my head hitting the desk/file cabinet/wall/whatever sort of hard surface was available" and it really was that, no lie.
I defy anyone to get through a day here during the first week of school in the fall without using some form of profanity, slamming the phone down, assuming a totally dumb-struck look due to user stupidity, or to keep some semblance of sanity.
Me, I'm lucky. I can curse fairly fluently in three languages, and well enough in a few more to get by. Maybe it's why I'm still mostly functional afterthis many years here.
Or maybe it's because I just have no other choice. |
