Unapologetic Misanthropy

I hate stupid people, I really do.

I'm ready to work on some issues with my FOO that have been festering for a while. After wading through a total clusterf*ck between me, my EAP and a snotty "I obviously hate my job" counseling clinic receptionist two weeks ago, I thought I had come away with an appointment - today at 1:30.

But when I went to the clinic today at 1:30, the yotch of a receptionist said she had no record of me ever having scheduled an appointment.

No apology. No accepting of blame or responsibility, even though she'd obviously screwed up; they had my EAP's authorization number in their system, but not my appointment. Why in the hell did she think I showed up on this day, at this time - for funsies?! She just gave me an apathetic stare and a halfhearted offer to "try" to find me another time to see my counselor.

I wanted to leap through the glass window and strangle that stupid c*nt. Instead, I told her (and the office manager who was lurking behind her) that she'd already screwed up twice with me, and I wasn't feeling charitable enough to give her a third chance. Well, but maybe I'd think about it and call - I suggested she hold her breath until I did.

When I returned to my office to call my EAP to get a referral to another counselor, I ended up on hold for 15 minutes while they tried to find my file. By the time they located it, I had to go back to work. The EAP agent got snippy with me because I didn't want to hold a three-way conference with the stupid yotch at the clinic; the agent had absolutely no empathy for my situation, despite the fact that I was in tears by this point. She snottily said she'd have someone call me back later.

Yeah. Later.

All I wanted was some help. I've been depressed and anxious for weeks leading up to and since the latest Hallmark holiday (Mother's Day). Instead, I get apathy, ignorance, and incompetence all rolled up in one putrid bundle. All I want is for people to do their jobs. All I want is some help in exorcising my demons. (And a pony, and a plastic rocket...) But all I've ended up with is a case of seething, raging, unapologetic misanthropy.

Stupid people suck.

I *HATE* Feeling Like a Dumb Bunny

I consider myself a fairly smart person. I graduated from college, got my master's degree, and I work at a bank.

So why in the bloody fucking hell can't I change a bloody fucking lightbulb?!

Background: the bulbs in our bathroom ceiling-mounted light fixture went out. My husband, the usual performer of regular household maintenance, is out running errands, but I thought, this should be simple enough, right? I mean, how hard can it be? I'll just unscrew the center rod, remove the glass cover, replace the bulbs, and all will be well.

Nope. The cover won't go back on; the screw goes up into the mounting, but the threads won't catch. I don't know if something's broken, or if I'm just doing it wrong.

Either way, I have to wait until my husband gets home, when I know he'll give me the lecture about leaving household repair to him, because, as he will insist, I'm not mechanically inclined. Which is terribly patronizing and will, in turn, make me feel even worse.

I can't even change a goddamn lightbulb. How sad is that?


UPDATE: Well, turns out it *wasn't* me, it was the cheap piece of crap fixture; when I unscrewed the center bolt, the nut on the inside of the fixture that was supposed to stay in place...didn't. And my husband didn't patronize me, either - I think he realized how upset I was that I fucked up a seemingly simple lightbulb change. In addition, the rocket scientists who owned the house before us didn't install the fixture correctly in the first place, so it took my husband about twenty minutes to figure out what was wrong and fix it.

But now we have light, and it works the way it should. With no dumb bunnies.