So I had a slip. It wasn't much. Just a little muttered comment: "Stupid!" was what came to my lips, passing the rather large woman who'd chosen to amble down the exact center of the subway platform, blocking traffic. Why? Because she had her head facing downward -- she was texting!
So I got angry, briefly. In retrospect I should have muttered, "Selfish!" instead, becasue that would have been more appropriate. And of course her size had nothing to do with her selfishness, except that it made it harder to get around her on the narrow platform. So I was a bitch. I can't always keep my mouth shut. Sue me.
I got on the train and calmed down. I actually got a seat, too! Hallelujah!
I should have been in a better mood. Rad gave me a caning before bed last night, and this morning, he threw me over his propped-up knee and gave me a nasty hairbrush spanking. This was mere minutes before we were to head out the door, so when I got into the car I was still a little dazed. He'd told me last night that this was going to be happening. I'd been warned. But I was still a little shocked when he came into the bedroom and grabbed me. Damn, that hairbrush hurts! I was one minute late yesterday. ONE FREAKIN' minute. Sue me.
But yeah, I liked the attention and I was in an okay mood until I ran into the texting fool. It wasn't really about the texter, either. I've been irritated at procedures going on at work; I'm not happy about having to redo several hours of work yesterday, all because of indecisiveness on the upper levels. My promotion this past spring gave me a few more responsibilities. I've had more duties added since my new boss started a month or so ago. More responsibilities, less authority, one more boss to answer to. The higher-level boss makes everyone's life difficult because of her lack of planning and last-minute changes. It's disheartening, but I keep plugging away. Both bosses are out today, so I can concentrate on my work. I may call some meetings to try to streamline procedures when they are both free.
Oh, so I stopped at the grocery store to pick up lunch and they were playing John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High." I caught myself singing along. A guilty pleasure. I'm not ashamed to admit I loved John Denver. I know a lot of you out there probably did, too. It made me happy for a few minutes. So sue me.