Unleashing Typheni-part 200
I really believe that the pregnant Tiffany seriously resembles the standard Typheni. I have a harder time caging my evil thoughts or raising a complaint when people annoy me. Much like the standard Typheni.
On regular (prepregnant) days I would rarely have an occurance of Typheni coming out. Unless of course it was at blockbuster and a toothless woman was kicking me out. Now I am struggling. Im trying to remain adult and reel in the ‘tude. In short, its not going so well.
Today the object of my hormonal outburst is the Department of the Navy. In order to complete this wonderful move we have to submit a TON of paperwork. I completed this three weeks ago, and was told “Dont call us, we’ll call you”. So I waited. I called today to check and see if my approval had come in, and was met with “We dont have any record of you or your request.”
WHAT THE F*CK?
So I kindly and calmly explained that I had submitted the paperwork on X day with person X. This person Mr.Y, was clear about the fact that they had no record of me. So I started explaining and feeling Typheni coming out of her cage. I was dying to start yelling at him, it was killing me to maintain my calm. I was struggling.
After twenty minutes on the phone, hormonal pregnant me starts sobbing. Apparently Mr.Y is afraid of crying women. I finally told him I was just going to come in to the office and we could discuss it there. I hung up.
He called me back 5 minutes later and had miraculously found that misplaced paperwork. He strongly encouraged me not to come in as there is no more need for me to be there.
And yet, I can still feel the beast all wound up inside me. Time for some ice cream. Time for a walk. Time for a nap.
What gets your gears going?