Denial Of The Obvious

I hate anyone at work I don't work with.

That of course means our beloved customers.

That means you.

You fiend, who comes to the place where I work ready for an argument, ready for dissatisfaction, you who comes with an ugly mug on your face and attitude and sarcasm in your voice. Gah, I hate you. How I loathe you. How I wish nothing but the same in your life, nothing but attitude, sarcasm, dissatisfaction from your family and anyone you come in contact with so that it is a vicious cycle, because I do not have enough mercy and gentleness and generosity in my bones to wish you anything better, because I despise you.

That's what I said to someone who came up to me yesterday. Then I flashed him my combined wedding and engagement rings which shot out a beam that immediately blew him up to a million sparkling pieces of brilliant crystal.

I forget sometimes that I can shoot out those rays from my rings, or there would be more sparkling pieces of brilliant crystal on the floor.

Oh sometimes I wish I had a more challenging role, like a brain in a vat.

Me.
P.S. What's up with blogger and having you type in a word verification?