cellphones and assholes and traffic, oh my!

My cellphone and my sandwich, and I'm a happy man

i get a little itchy under the collar when:

• i have issues with my cellphone or with other people being totally ridiculous while on their own cellphone in very public spaces
• i encounter and need to deal with total assholes
• i'm stuck in wall-to-wall, bumper-to-bumper, stop-and-go traffic

grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

i get unpredictable, hot and bothered or frikkety frackety aggravated beyond all believable beliefs

grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

the ebb + flow of life sometimes brings to deserving rewards + punishments to the good, the bad + the ugly ... but wouldn't it just feel so much better to be able to help instantiate that sense of return? wouldn't it just make it all worthwhile? or wouldn't at least be fun to be directly involved in this sort of 'pay it forward' active karmic transfer of energy? i mean, i just wanna give back ;]

Monster #2

although it would be bigger + better of me to forgive + forget ... i would find + gather a few of my previous managers + set up a confrontational panel discussion to ask about the poor ethics + unprofesionality behind certain events + 'business practices' they carried out ... i feel a certain transition was handled in a horrific manner + that there was an extreme lack of humanity, in fact a sadistic edge to the re-org i got to witness + survive ... + although it does me no good to dwell upon it, i secretly wish to confront these truly ridiculous bastards + would love some sort of poetic justice, an opportunity to vent + confront, or some other means of 'giving back'

what's funny though is this ... i feel that some poetic justice is already happening quite naturally without any efforts on my part ... all just the nature of the beast i guess, or the nature of the monsters