Be Cool

I am constantly surprised at the stress level people chose to have when dealing with the smallest things in life. The threat level that is often kept at guarded (blue) for many people might suddenly spike to severe (red) for the most mundane of things. I will generally stay at a low (green) level of stress.

It is just not that big of a deal to me. *

I have stood witness to one particular friend of mine lose it over where a valet returned her car to her, if she was going to be able to order a grilled cheese sandwich at a restaurant and she has proudly discussed making a teenage shop-girl shake in her shoes after it was thought that that shop-girl was looking at said friend in a manner that made her believe that shop-girl was making fun of her attire.

I could give a fuck about that meaningless shit. *

In fact I have on many occasions stood up for the person behind the counter that couldn’t defend themselves as they normally might, due to the fact that they are “on the clock”. At the dealership in which I take my car, I told a woman it was not the man at the rental counter’s fault that her car was having extensive issues and their was no reason to treat him the way she was. The employee was thankful I stood up for him and now I get free cars and upgrades whenever I take my car in for service…

This goes beyond just the treatment of people. *

My boss will frantically run through the office in high-stress mode because he can’t figure out how to print something, or why the world can not read his mind. Today the emergency was that he couldn’t reach one of our overseas clients by phone. I had specifically written out the number to dial, including the “0” before the telephone number and the country code. Walking to my desk and throwing back the paper I had given him, he told me that no phone lines in our office worked to call the number. One question later and I found out that he wasn’t dialing the same number I had written out clearly, on the paper sitting in front of him.

These things just don’t stress me out. *

My roommate lost it one time because one of my friends from out of town had used one of her towels while I was at work. That same weekend I used her toothpaste twice as I had left mine in an overnight bag at a friend’s house. LJ, my roommate, lost it… After taking a verbal beating while standing there in disbelief, I looked at her, shocked, and said, “If these are the things that you are afforded in your life to get this upset about, you are a very lucky person.” I then walked off. (Suspicion is that my 15-year-senior roommate is going through “the change” so perhaps this explains her craziness… but still).

I don’t understand why people can’t be chill. *

This includes my blovers and wanna-be-blovers. Although, Brack did point out that I was bitching about not having dates (thanks for that, btw)… I am not that hard up. I had another wanna-be-blover push me to give him my name and a bunch of information about me, not too long ago. I do not do this. After threats of ice-picks I am much more cautious as to what I share, when I share it and with whom I share it. I am not adverse to meeting people through this blog. I have met people in the flesh before and it has turned out quite wonderfully. However, just because I reply to your email or IM with you one time, when you ask me, “So where do we go from here?” in your seemingly race against time to learn as much about this OCG as possible… you can wait that much longer. I am in no rush.

Take a deep breath and everything will be fine… *

* Disclaimer: All chillness and calm will be out of the window while driving late to work or desiring to get home quickly. At that point it’s no-holds-barred and I will honk at your slow ass if you don’t get out of my way…

just sayin’ ;-)