The Queen's Rambles

If there’s an award for crankiest person on the planet, I am the current top contender. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I want to yell at every person who crosses my line of sight. Be glad you are no where near me.

I went to the gym today, which should have filled me with happy endorphins. Why the crankiness?

Elsa was good! She was only hysterical for 10 minutes, then she mellowed out and played so I was able to get in a real workout. Too bad I was only planning on a 20 minute arc trainer run. I was sort of at loose ends for the next 40 minutes, but did quite a lot of weight training.

There are two types of personal trainers at the gym–private professionals and gym hired workers. If you can afford a private trainer you’ll get a much better workout, but a lot of new people get trained by the gym trainers for a few weeks. That’s how I learned to use all the machines and set up a workout routine when I started a few years back. I have never had an issue with any of the trainers. Not that I know them all well, or anything, but in general they seem to do their job as far as I care.

Today?

Not so much.

There was this woman who was a total nightmare. She was working with a shy, obese girl who was probably in her very early 20s. She was totally rude to her and wouldn’t do any of the things that a normal trainer would do. The girl didn’t know what one of the exercises was and the lady told her “I’ve already demo’d for you. I’m not demo’ing again.” WTF???

Even though I had nothing to do with this whole thing, I was seriously contemplating saying something to the manager. It was that ridiculous.

Later I went to get on one of the machines and they were on the machine next to it. The trainer told me they were going to use the machine I was getting on and asked/told me to get on a different machine.

If she would have asked nicely, like any of the other trainers or people usually do, I would have been totally fine with it.

Instead, I copped a major attitude. I am not usually one to cop an attitude in public, but did I mention that I’m in the running for crankiest human on the planet today?

I did let them have the machine, but I was not gracious or kind about it. I said “Fine” in a rude way and made sour faces.

You know how it seems like people always cater to bitchy people? I need to be bitchy more often.

Suddenly this lady was my best friend. She was acting fake nice to me, wanting to know my name, telling me she was here to help me, blah blah blah. She asked my name and wanted to shake my hand. I just stared at her for about 20 seconds before answering and shaking her hand. The meaner I was, the nicer she was. It was some sort of magic. I guess people really don’t like it when others are mean to them.

After the gym, I continued on the cranky streak. I finally completely blew a gasket at my car pool kid. He is not a nice child. I don’t believe he has many boundaries at home, but who knows? All I know is, he requires a lot of correction and determination when he’s in my car.

Normally I turn the radio up really loud (because he usually demands I change the radio station, which isn’t going to happen), but the radio was off today so I was actually listening to the boys’ conversation.

Big mistake.

Carpool kid: Johnny is so awesome! Johnny is my best friend! He’s so awesome! Johnny is so awesome!

Erik: Am I awesome?

Carpool kid: No, you’re hateful.

Whoa Nelly. Erik is many things, but hateful isn’t one of them. I assume this kid has heard the word hateful because he is hateful.

I slammed on the brakes, pulled the car over to the side, and lit into that kid like nobody’s business. “You do not talk that way in my car! You do not talk that way about my son! I will not have a rude child sitting in my car, saying rude things about members of my family!”

I was all ready to tell his mother that I was through carpooling, but when we arrived at her house she was in a hurry and I wasn’t able to continue my cranky pants routine with her. I only have to pick him up five more times and we will be through forever, so I guess I can handle it. I will not be sad if I hear from her and she wants to cancel the last two weeks of car pool because of my outburst. Frankly, I’m amazed I lasted as long as I did without going off on him.

And now I’m just sitting here, cranking away. Erik went to a movie night at his karate place and Mike has Elsa downstairs. I am trying to destress on the computer. After I write this entry I will go work on my Harry Potter quilt project and hope that takes away even more of the stress. I am very much looking forward to a weekend with Mike home and some help around the house. It has just been a long, long week of constant demands and I’m done.