SHUT UP AND LISTEN

By Dawn M. Sanders

Right! This rant is long overdue and fully justified!
So here I fucking go…

Yesterday was blighted with stress – not that modern life isn’t, but the sheer amount of stress and agonising irritation I get from people that: just can’t ‘listen’ is incalculable.

I could see it was gonna be hard work strait away.
On the way to the university library, I told the taxi driver at least ten times, the name of the building I was going to.
He hadn’t heard of it and it wasn’t an obvious one that stood out, so I even spelt it for him and he wrote it down.
Yet, it still didn’t matter; the guy drove up and down, back and bloody forth while I was later and later for my meeting with a research assistant.
I was losing patience, because he got onto his control, which I demanded he did, and, unbelievably said something like: “She don’t know where she going.”
UUUUUUUGGGGG!
Now I’m shouting: ADSETTS ADSETTS ADSETTS – HOW MANY TIMES TO I HAVE TO TELL YOU???!!!”
By this time I’m half an hour late and my blood is boiling.
I rang the damn taxi company myself and the operator reassured me he was in fact finally going to the right building.
Right, so he was, but only after a stressed out ordeal.

At the shop to get groceries, when looking for the bottle of wine I wanted, I told the shop assistant: “Just a light red, a shiraz/cab sab around £5.”
His response was: “So would you like a rosé?”
FUCK! I had just said, ‘red! – which was now probably the colour of my face.

angry woman giving thumb down gesture
angry woman giving thumb down gesture

Again, I had to repeat the right variation of soya milk about 5 to 6 times, and I get exactly the same kind as I regularly go into this same Co-op…
So, by the time I left the shop I’m thinking, ya know what, forget going ‘anywhere’ this week end, I’m hiding from the world – what’s the point.

People just really don’t listen. And, I won’t even go into trying to get anything sorted over the phone – it’s exhausting!

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