Stop Saying I’m a Nice Person!

MotherHubbardA lot of my clients and a lot of my readers seem to be under the assumption that I am a nice, grandmotherly type person.

That’s is so not true.

Please be advised that I cheat at Super Text Twist.  When I get stumped, I go onto my favorite anagrams website and find the word I need to win the level.  As of the writing of this post, I have had the same game running for a couple of years and have accrued over 66,500 points (woo-hoo, my life is soooo exciting!)

In addition, I constantly yell at other drivers.

Here are just a few examples (but I can get really creative sometimes …):

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  • Driver in front of me makes a really slow turn:  Just do it already – you’re not driving a semi!
  • Driver in front of me fails to use a turn signal:  What – I’m supposed to guess? Or don’t they require signals wherever you come from?”
  • Driver behind me is way too close:  Wanna just join me in my own back seat?”
  • Car in front of me has a flower on the antenna and a white-haired driver, and is going really, really slow:  Come on, Granny, you can do it!
  • Driver cuts me off, and then goes too slow:  If you’re going to cut somebody off, you might want to get out of the [effing] way!
  • Driver in front of me sits at the stop sign, seemingly forever: You know – it’s STOP AND GO, not STOP AND STAY!
  • Driver in front of me takes off really slow when the light changesCome on, didn’t that [INSERT CAR MODEL HERE] come with an engine?
  • Driver in front of me doesn’t take off when the light changes – or starts to go and then stops again – and I almost get rear-ended by the car behind me:  Goddammit, would you just [effing] go?
  • Driver in front of  me has his/her left arm out the window, usually with a cigarette at the end of it, and is driving in very leisurely mannerOK, I know you’re going to do something stupid, so I’ll just stay way back here.
  • Driver in front of me throws a cigarette or some other trash out the window:  PIG!

(That almost backfired once, when I happened to glance in my rearview mirror and found a cop car behind me … fortunately it was summer and my windows were up to keep the air conditioning in, and I wasn’t doing any illegal driving at that particular moment.)

  • Everyone else gets the non-verbal finger wave, the number of fingers depending on the severity of the affront.

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While I try to be a nicer person once I get to the office, sometimes things just get to me, ya know?

AngerFor instance, it was a very stressful time at work.  We were in temporary offices after a fire, my boss’s secretary had quit, and he was trying to get by with a temp.  My boss was out of town, and the temp did something really stupid.

  • My boss called in from wherever he was and yelled at ME for the temp’s error.
  • I yelled back and threatened to quit.
  • My boss backed off.
  • I hung up.

The temp, who had overheard my side of the conversation, skittered into my office and asked what she could do to help.

She, too, must’ve thought I was a nice person, because she was quite surprised when I lost it and snapped:

YOU!  Go back into your office, sit down, and LEAVE ME ALONE!

She skittered away – and I felt like shit, especially since this temp was older than me by a number of years and really was a sweet, albeit somewhat stupid, woman.

After I finally cooled off, I did apologize to her, but our work relationship was never the same.  Thankfully (well, for me, anyway) she got fired as soon as the boss returned the following week, thereby relieving me of the need to be extra nice to make up for my nastiness.

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Try as I might, I simply can’t change my basic personality.  I can put on a good, professional front for work and a nice, sweet face for social occasions, but I’m still ME.  And ME still isn’t Mother Teresa.

And that’s probably never going to change.

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As always, I love to hear from my readers:  cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com

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Images by: Heather F, and Cordelia’s Mom’s Dad (sometime around 1955-ish!), and Liberty Photos, respectively

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4 Responses to Stop Saying I’m a Nice Person!

  1. Archon's Den says:

    One more traffic ‘comment’ for you; “The sign just says ‘YIELD’, it doesn’t say ‘GIVE UP!’
    I worked with an older file clerk, so stupid the Office Manager had to write the alphabet at the top of her desk calendar, in heavy black marker. 😯

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    • I love your new traffic comment! Wish I would have thought of that one.

      Thanks for going back and reading some of my older posts. It makes me feel like I haven’t wasted my time here.

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      • Archon's Den says:

        I thought I’d read them all – but then, I still don’t know why Cordelia is ‘Cordelia.’ When I spot something interesting in the prompts/links below a new post, I have a look at it. I’ve only read a few of your Evil Twin’s posts. 🙂

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        • I don’t recall how my daughter came up with “Cordelia” – she’s been doing this a lot longer than me (and she’s making money at it, the little snot). When I jumped into it and started off guest posting for her, it just seemed to make sense to call myself Cordelia’s Mom. And now I’m stuck with it.

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