Perhaps I was giving off negative vibes today on the metro, but every darn guy was stepping on my toes, bumping me with his briefcase, side-swiping me with elbows, etc. Although, each did say "excuse me."
I got into work to find an email asking for a change on a previously submitted request. Hello out there - do you really think I have time to do things twice or three times? Does anyone have 2 neurons to rub together? Huh???
For some reason, this makes me think of the book The Roaches Have No King, by Daniel Evan Weiss (thanks, Aunt Joan!). Puts the phrase "the meek shall inherit the earth" into new perspective.
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