Waking up with a blinding headache this morning… pissed me off.

The loud noise the fax machine made when I turned it on to fax my accountant early this morning… pissed me off.

The first and second message from my accountant looking for documents that should already be in the 2003 files but now I’ll have to locate and dig out of the “archives” aka the hell that is our sunroom… pissed me off.

The low speed of our high speed access from Bell … pissed me off.

The lack of any amusing or charming emails in my inbox… pissed me off.

My cell phone delivering 3 IMs all at once. All time sensitive. All from last night… pissed me off.

Having to do just 1 more thing before I can leave the office by 10am and it taking me until 11:30… pissed me off.

My photobank dying with 30G of pictures on it and not enough space to  back it up anywhere even though I knew, KNEW, I was at risk… pissed me off.

Putting on my pants and realizing I look… hey… I look great today. They didn’t piss me off at all.

But putting on my iPod and it running out of juice on song #1… pissed me off.

The loud teenagers on the bus… pissed me off.

The woman who cut me off getting off the bus while fixing her makeup in a window she was passing, then hit me with her purse while flipping her hair at the next window, and then stopped at the bottom of the escalator to dig in her purse, leaving the rest of us piling up like chocolates on Lucy’s assembly line… PMO.

Ordering the lunch I’ve been craving since the weekend and THEN realizing I’ve left all my cash in my other pants, so even though I look hotter in these ones I can’t pay for lunch… PMO.

Having to recharge my s*bucks card… PMO.

Having the guy re-mix my drink 3 times, while I’m standing there wondering how hard it is to mix 1 part ice tea to 1 part lemonade and shake… PMO.

Having to sneak my drink into the Metro Reference Library… PMO.

The creepy old guy who sat down & shifted his chair around again and again until he was staring right at me… PMO.

Not going into Pusateri’s just to browse because I still had no cash and that would piss me off… PMO.

Asking for low-fat, and being told “we have whole milk and no-fat, that’s it. Oh, and 2%”… Yah… low-fat and because of *that* not ordering “iced”, thus requiring a last minute apology to the barista who mixed it wrong anyway, giving me extra caffeine and spilling it down the side of the cup so now I have a brown coffee stain on my cream-coloured tank top right between my breasts… PMO.

Not getting the WIFI from the Bloor Street Diner… PMO.

The adorable old couple who took 15 minutes to loudly repeat the same conversation 9 different ways just to say “honey, we can’t go to the movie because I have the wrong glasses, so let’s go home”… PMO.

The plumber who somehow thought that because he has a key to my apartment he has permission to go in unsupervised… PMO.

The company who handles the plumber’s schedule but didn’t call to schedule him, and now has to call him to check his schedule before scheduling him, even though I was told he couldn’t tell me what his schedule was… PMO.

Not being able to write a letter to my landlord about this without sounding royally pissed off… PMO.

My dentist charging me $13 for desensitizing toothpaste for a tooth that didn’t hurt much before my cleaning and now hurts so much I can’t smile when the wind blows… PMO.

The bus driver speeding up so I smashed my knee, laptop and already broken photobank before I could get seated… PMO.

Knowing that if I wasn’t in such a foul mood most of this stuff would not be pissing me off… pissed me off.

Alexa Clark

Alexa is a digital marketer and author with over 20 years in digital & interactive communications in the food and tech industries. Alexa's CheapEats Restaurant Guides, for both Toronto & Ottawa, were Canadian best sellers. She is a recognized authority on social media and has been named one of Canada's 20 Leading Women in Social Media.

9 thoughts on “PMO

  • July 25, 2007 at 10:18 pm

    Baby, you need chocolate. Lots of dark chocolate. And a backrub. Tell Ger I said so. {{{{{}}}}}

  • July 25, 2007 at 10:52 pm

    You are so right! And a bath, a long soak in the tub would help too… Luckily today didn’t piss me off nearly as badly.
    I’m impressed you read the whole thing!

  • July 26, 2007 at 1:02 pm

    Oh, sweetie .. so not good. This all makes my sunburn look relatively harmless. Hang in there, think good thoughts! Like a new laptop bag 🙂

  • July 26, 2007 at 3:46 pm

    Kate – thanks. Today is much better too. Now a new laptop bag, that puts a smile on this girl’s face and a skip in her step. Or it would if the bl**ping plumber would get up here so I don’t have to deal with the woman who schedules him. She seems to think I should trust her “people” to have access to my apartment unsupervised when I don’t even know who she is. Oy!
    [[The plumber is actually a very nice guy, I just don’t like people in my apartment unsupervised. Couch Surfers excluded.]]

  • July 27, 2007 at 10:41 am

    Summer’s Little Secrets

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  • July 27, 2007 at 10:51 am

    Secret Foods of Summer

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  • July 27, 2007 at 11:20 am

    Though I don’t want to PYO, I have to say: I was laughing out loud at all of your PMOs. I could SOOOOOOOOO relate to most of what was bugging you, that (I guess) I was laughing more at myself than you by the end. Chin up, Lex. MTinto will be home soon and be able blog about something witty again.

  • July 28, 2007 at 7:22 pm

    Dear Lex,
    I love you. Also, this made me laugh so I nearly PMS. My dentist charging me $13 for desensitizing toothpaste for a tooth that didn’t hurt much before my cleaning and now hurts so much I can’t smile when the wind blows… PMO.
    Hope you’re feeling less ornery.
    p.s. We got our mini-expo books in the mail! Just in time for the beach! Thank you!!

  • July 28, 2007 at 7:58 pm

    Greenhows & roro – Thank you both. Things have improved greatly. I’m glad I gave you a chuckle. Lord knows someone should have gotten a laugh out of that day.
    roro – woo hoo! Enjoy the beach and the books.


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