kathryn
Cathlete
...well, okay, not quite , but it did get your attention, didn't it? LOL!
This a.m. I did a 5k which was poorly marked, lacking in traffic control, and almost forgot to award the walkers at the end...oh, yeah, they DID forget, despite having advertised that top walkers in several age categories would get a medal, but as walker 1, I reminded them, and got my measly medal! (Who knew that part of the 'endurance' for these events is waiting around till the very, very end of awards for your category!).
This did not leave me in a fit of homicidal rage, but I was a bit miffed.
When I got home, I decided to do a short lower-body workout (One by Dr. Michele Olson that works primarily the deeper stabilizing muscles).
Just as I was coming to the end of the workout, and sweating like a pig, someone rings my doorbell....or should I say someone "cranks on my @#&$@ doorbell with almighty force" : it's an old-fashioned 'bell' that's kind of like the clapper at the top of an old-fashioned alarm clock, and if people crank on it instead of just giving it a nice turn, it's extremely enervating (even though it is quaint when not being abused!).
Well, this person doesn't just crank it once: they pause, then crank it again, then again, then longer. I finally determined that I had to answer the door to get them to stop.
I open the door to a 60-ish woman and a tween girl, and I immediately recognized the door-to-door tactics of the Jehovah's witness' (or similar group). The woman, Bible and tracts in hand, introduced herself and the kid, started to say "we're..." ...then I interupted and said "No thank you, I'm not interested" (which is my standard response to these kinds of things).
As I went to close the door, she asked if she could leave some info with me. I again said, "No thanks, but have a good day". As I closed the door, the woman was grumbling and acting as if I had done something very rude in not accepting her info.
WT#? Who is being rude here? I'd say it's the person who comes uninvited to my house, cranks on my doorbell (which I intentionally wasn't answering) incessantly, and tries to make me feel obligated to take some of her 'information'!
AAARGH!!
(Must be calm, calm....stress causes cortisol release, which leads to fat storage in the belly area!)
Two deep breaths.
No longer homicidal...it helps to share.
So what kind of interruption drives you to a near-homicidal rage? (though I would have had pretty much the same reaction had I been doing pretty much anything!)
This a.m. I did a 5k which was poorly marked, lacking in traffic control, and almost forgot to award the walkers at the end...oh, yeah, they DID forget, despite having advertised that top walkers in several age categories would get a medal, but as walker 1, I reminded them, and got my measly medal! (Who knew that part of the 'endurance' for these events is waiting around till the very, very end of awards for your category!).
This did not leave me in a fit of homicidal rage, but I was a bit miffed.
When I got home, I decided to do a short lower-body workout (One by Dr. Michele Olson that works primarily the deeper stabilizing muscles).
Just as I was coming to the end of the workout, and sweating like a pig, someone rings my doorbell....or should I say someone "cranks on my @#&$@ doorbell with almighty force" : it's an old-fashioned 'bell' that's kind of like the clapper at the top of an old-fashioned alarm clock, and if people crank on it instead of just giving it a nice turn, it's extremely enervating (even though it is quaint when not being abused!).
Well, this person doesn't just crank it once: they pause, then crank it again, then again, then longer. I finally determined that I had to answer the door to get them to stop.
I open the door to a 60-ish woman and a tween girl, and I immediately recognized the door-to-door tactics of the Jehovah's witness' (or similar group). The woman, Bible and tracts in hand, introduced herself and the kid, started to say "we're..." ...then I interupted and said "No thank you, I'm not interested" (which is my standard response to these kinds of things).
As I went to close the door, she asked if she could leave some info with me. I again said, "No thanks, but have a good day". As I closed the door, the woman was grumbling and acting as if I had done something very rude in not accepting her info.
WT#? Who is being rude here? I'd say it's the person who comes uninvited to my house, cranks on my doorbell (which I intentionally wasn't answering) incessantly, and tries to make me feel obligated to take some of her 'information'!
AAARGH!!
(Must be calm, calm....stress causes cortisol release, which leads to fat storage in the belly area!)
Two deep breaths.
No longer homicidal...it helps to share.
So what kind of interruption drives you to a near-homicidal rage? (though I would have had pretty much the same reaction had I been doing pretty much anything!)
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