Trainwreck Girl
I work with a girl who is a consistent trainwreck. She whines a lot. About everything. If it's not her job, it's her rent, or her roommate, or the guys in the print shop, or the barista at Starbucks, or best of all - her "lovelife" (which by the way, apparently seems to only exist as one of those commodifiable conveniences found only from the comfort of the internet, a.k.a. eHarmony
). Listening to her unsolicited life drama is like watching a train crash and then watching the busted passengers make the effort of crawling around with limbs hanging off and further mutilate themselves with a butter knife. It is so horrible. Normally (NORMALLY!), watching a trainwreck is like, well, watching a trainwreck - pretty aweful. This chick's "drama", and being subjected to hearing her blather on about it, is so disturbingly insignificant that it is actually disheartening. I used to hate her. Now I can't help but actually feel kinda bad for her. This chick is so crazy that sometimes I even feel kinda bad FOR hating her! It's kinda like watching a wounded soldier wretchedly pout, cry & saunter him/herself to the frontlines during the moment of battle. I've worked with the plenty of crazy, manic, evil, senseless, soul-crushing assholes and this one could barely compete with the lowest of them on the totem pole. Maybe that's the saving grace that allows me to appreciate her. Yikes?Labels: soul-crushing, trainwreck, wretched
Ohh Hot Cheetos.
Sometimes, when I feel like I'm having a crabby day, I like listening to this NPR story because it makes me think of Lochburn days. And then my soul smiles.
http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=5394069&m=5394070
