It is said that laughter is the best medicine. To be honest, I’d rather have the antibiotics, If I went to the doctor with some ailment and rather than writing out a prescription they tickled me….I would not be impressed (although saying that….there was one doctor at my old surgery, I wouldn’t have minded her….but I digress)
I would like to offer a counter argument. Laughter itself may well be beneficial, it releases the endorphins, it makes you feel warm inside this is true. My case though, is like this. For the last week (ever since Eyjafjallajokull started spewing forth) I have felt rough. A constant nagging ache behind my eyes, which themselves have felt dry and gritty, a general achyness to bones and muscle, and a lethargy the like of which I have very rarely succumbed to. I have been tired and grouchy all week long. Showers have helped , Gin has helped to soothe revitalise, and Modern Warfare 2 has helped relieve some aggression.
So today, lovely sunny day that it was, seemed to be heading down the usual tracks. A good nights sleep, albeit cut short by the sounds of merry children playing (It could have been Demons screeching and destroying things….I had only just arisen from deep sleep) and a fresh coffee were as usual, enough to ensure I got to work, but the nagging headache, the gritty eyes and the general bleurghyness of it all soon set in.
Drudgery seemed to be the dish of the day, everything was plodding along, nothing special, nothing too dire…..until one of my colleagues happened to mention something about one of the chaps I works with being signed off sick. Slumped as I was at the time, my shoulder bones managed to rearrange themselves defying the laws of biology so that I managed to slump even further.
I was a tad peeved. At the last minute I’d found out second hand information that tomorrows timetable and staffing levels were well and truly screwed. We were going to be short to start with, but being an extra man down just made the task impossible. Not a major issue, just another bug bear to deal with, but no one is available to cover, all the managers are in meetings or training, and lo, they all appear to be off tomorrow.
Long story short (too late I know) I finally get in touch with the managers manager and dump the problem well and truly at her feet, and to give her credit she did what she promised and organised a member of staff to cover…..now you’d think at this point I’d be happy……well yes I would have been, but have you ever had one of those times, when someone promises you something great, that will make you smile, and then when they turn up with the gift wrapped box, the presentation bag or the fancy envelope, you peek inside and your heart plummets, your stomach sinks and you can feel the muscles in your face tighten as they struggle to hold the rictus grin of a smile in place so as not to offend. It was like that, now I can work with most people with no problem, but there’s always one or two that you would rather gnaw your own arm off than have to spend time with…..well we got one of them. 😦
You may be wondering where the title of the blog comes into this, so far I have just whinged about my day, gradually sliding into the murky depths of grottiness. Ah-ha, this is true, but today, most of my time has been spent working with a couple of people I can talk to, and most of that with one other person who has a similar outlook on things to me, and needless to say that inevitably mini rants were had, they helped….so were expanded to mild bitching….better still, my headache was easing (although that may have been the paracetamol), a few status updates on Facebook….I’m not as weary…….A blog post….I’m smiling……and now dear reader, you will be subject to the last part of my human testing phase of my initial theory. So far today, I have bitched, whines, ranted, whinged and even uttered a few profanities about the turn of events. I am feeling god, I am awake, my eyes don’t itch and I’m happy.
So I put to you dear reader, that whilst laughter may well be beneficial to the human psyche, a damn good bitch fest and rant really helps get it off your chest.
So in future, I shall not be holding back when I feel low. If I’m a little down in the dumps, not quite as perky as usual, or to be honest, a little bored, I shall rant! I shall clear my thoughts of all vitriolic tendencies, I shall spew forth with my thoughts and I shall hold back no more.
Any fuckwit pisses me off I shall tell the world, Imbeciles beware, you shall be outed on here. If I am pissed of you will know. If something goes wrong, I shall vent and even if I’m happy….well, you can’t beat a good bitchfest can you 😉
Oh that reminds me….Honeywell Taxis……bunch of twats! I would seriously avoid them, their drivers are a bag of shite. One of them, in a silver minibus decided that give way signs are not for taxis and pulled right out in front of me this morning…Knobhead. Needless to say the gormless fuckwit got a blast of the horn and a tirade of verbal abuse from me as I skidded to a halt. He also got the same for the motorbike behind me who ended up alongside me after swerving. To top it all he had the audacity to give me the wanker sign as I went past him as he turned off. I really should have phoned them up and told them how crap there drivers are, may just have brightened my day up that little it earlier.
Ahem, I think that proves my point, I’m happy now 😉