Stressed-the-fucked-out

It’s summer vacation, but life is as unpredictable as the weather. Hot one day, cold the next. Where is the in-between? I miss Goldilocks and her just-rights. I need a calm, ordinary day. Perhaps I would be lounging on my bed, reading the latest novel. Or maybe even gazing at the sky, daydreaming.  But I am not doing that, or any vacation-related activity. Instead, I am stressed out every single day trying to please people who don’t know how to be pleased. Ugh. I hate being social. If this is what customer service is supposed to be, I have to give those people a big, fat award for dealing with snotty customers everyday. How THICK can a person get?

Dumb question.