29
Jul
12

Murph to the rescue.


Murph still as a puppy. Effing love this dog.

Love me some Sunday morning. Most likely I will go lay by my pool and work on my Irish ass getting a tan.  Well the ass won’t be, fuck you get the point.  Funny how quickly one’s mood can go from one extreme to the next in just a matter of seconds.  One moment you are on top of the world and then next you’re looking for any kind of weapon to kill the bastard in front of you.  Okay maybe not everyone has anger issues like that, but I heard some where some people do.  I wouldn’t know first hand.

I was going to an appointment on Friday and left my apartment with plenty of time to spare.  I have a car elevator, I mean an elevator that takes me to my car you jealous whiney bastards.  So I’m waiting by the elevator with my trusty friend Murphy.  She is the best as you already know.  I wait.  I wait some more.  I hear the alarm go off because some asshole is holding the door.  I wait some more.  Finally it starts to move.  The door opens and it is full of some dumbass and boxes.  Moving day for this genius.

He freaks out when he sees me and instead of making room, he hits the door close button and leaves.  Then as I wait longer he unloads all the shit, and I hear the elevator alarm going off again.  Now any normal person would have sent the elevator up to pick me and the dog up, but nope he goes straight to the top and starts loading boxes again.  Me being captain patient decided to calmly go all the way around, to a different elevator, and come in through the front gate.  Total time since locking my door.  A beautiful 25 minutes, which by the way made me late for my appointment.  It was a doctor’s appt with my anger management specialist.  Want to know where the bodies are buried??

I didn’t go crazy or anything I simply waited for them to get back in the elevator and then I slashed their tires.  Don’t worry I made sure to make the cuts on the top of the tire so the knife didn’t get stuck.  Felt good not to confront someone and my therapist tells me I’m making progress.  So continuing on this awesome day of rage. I get to where I’m going and see the doc.  All is good and I’m healthy.  Sweet.  Now I get to make the drive back to my office to finish the day working.  Awesome.

I’m cruising North on the 5 and mean to take the 52 East to head over to Poway.  Many of you have no idea what that means, but who gives a shit, it really isn’t important.  What happened is though I’m a fucking moron and I take 52 West which heads into La Jolla.  One way in, one way out.  Of course I realize my mistake almost instantly and also realize I’m fucked.  Not in a good way either.  There is no place to turn around for a long fricking way.  Making this shit even better traffic was back up the whole way.  Once again I’m completely pissed.  I’m pretty sure my steering wheel became a punching bag for a few minutes.

It was at this moment that Murphy seat belted in next to me, put her paw up on my hand and just looked at me.  It was like some power draining, anger killing, weird ass moment in life.  I felt all the frustration of the day melt away and realized how lucky I am to have an awesome dog, great friends, kick ass career, and hell I even drive a nice car to be stuck in traffic.  I could be kicking it in a hut in Africa if I hadn’t won the lottery at birth.  My problems are fucking petty and guess what SO ARE YOURS.  Stop bitching about how much you don’t have.

So I ended up listening to some 80’s hair band music and enjoying the extra time out of the office.  I was amazed at how quickly I went from wanting to ram cars off the road to just enjoying being on the road.  Once again I have to listen to my own advice, but attitude is a choice.  Want to have a shitty one, then you guessed it, you will.  Want to have a great one, then you get that as well.  I get pretty fired up over politics these days, but in reality I just want everyone I know to be the best they can.  Many of you disagree with me and that is great with me.  Just remember to form YOUR OWN opinions and never let anyone tell you what to think.

Fuck it if that doesn’t work get a dog.  I’m stoked I got mine.

Fknbucky

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