Now, i'm the type of person that has a very specific type of concentration abilities. Much as if it was a pokemon, i'll call it a "rock" type, in the sense that my ability to concentrate is kinda like a giant boulder blocking the road. Try to move it, it remains whole. Chisel away at it and it crumbles. The general point of this metaphor is that "big" stressful events don't seem to really get to me. Prior to major exams during university I kinda just shrugged, rolled over and took a nap. However, a large amount of small annoyances will make it impossible for me to concentrate and potentially drive me insane.
Yesterday was a big pile of small annoyances.
First off, getting to work. The subway kept having elongated stops because some twat though it would be hilarious to play with the emergency stop. Annoyance 1. This was followed by a longer walk then I had hoped, in deep slush where I got splashed by cars a lot. Annoyance 2. Get into work. Get annoyed by specific hated coworker for being wet. Annoyance 3. Get criticized for wearing the same clothing as yesterday despite the fact that said coworker is aware that all my clothing is in bags due to exterminators poisoning my apartment during the day. Annoyance 4. Notice and scratch several bedbug bites. Annoyance 5. Then big burly men come in and start building walls in the office. Yes. The management wishes to install more walls, to compress fun and sound no doubt, and the construction dudes absolutely have to do it during the day while we are trying to work. So the whole day was punctuated by the sound of hammers, saws, and other loud construction sounds that basically made it impossible to even answer the phone or talk to each other. This is annoyance 6 to 23.
To boot, for some reason, yesterday's clients seem to have eaten annoyance for breakfast and had this compelling need to spew it all in emails all day because yesterday goes on record for the largest amount of stupid questions I ever received in an angry, stupid tone. Annoyance 23 to 100. I eventually left early, since there was nothing I really could do to help these clients and the jumper saw was in use dangerously close to my desk. On the way home, ladidah, guess what, the subway is still on break. MORE WALKING YAY. I get home and splashed and try to go buy food and hopefully get change for laundry. I got some nice food at the grocery store, but getting the cashier to give me my change (5$) in quarters was like asking a monkey to preform open heart surgery. I asked 10 times and seeing that the line of clients was getting longer and that the cashier's response was "But.... buuutttt.....I can give you only 5$...." to every way I formulated the sentence I just gave up and went home.
There, huzzah, the apartment spells like poison! This is actually the good news of the day. It means Bedbugs are on the run. I opened all the windows so that I would be able to breathe and proceeded to wear my coat indoors. Link was smarter then me and had left for D&D for the night. I also tried to wash our bedsheets and all so we could sleep in the bed tonight. Some chick downstairs decided she was the queen of the washer-dryer and made it very hard for me to complete laundry (she kept pulling out my stuff to put hers). I was finally able to close the windows and make the bed.
This morning, I seem to still have bedbug bites, but since these bites are suppose to flare up 24-48h after you receive them, i'm not going to read too much into it.
And there you have it, my craptastic day. I probably should have drawn a comic about it, but by the time all these little annoyances piled on, I had the thinking ability of a drunk hummingbird and didn't really want to sit still and draw. Plus I think re-drawing kinda falls under the category of re-living it. And I don't want that.
I really should start drawing some joke comics again. Haven't put one up in a while.
Oh and in case you're all wondering, the construction goes on until Friday. Woo.
I did doodle. I doodled this :