I feel like the punch line of some cruel, cosmic joke. 
😔 Even elements of what should be a great life for ME, are marred by other people and THEIR fucked-up issues. 
My quiet, Zen-like desk 
area was polluted with so much noise from loud-talking/ laughing co-workers, entertaining the masses (or themselves), that I wanted to stuff toilet paper in my ears. I offer toilet paper as a possibly acceptable substitute because I can't find those damn earplugs another co-worker gave me years ago to combat just such workplace annoyances. 
😐 Even that spectacularly ineffective, obscenely lazy co-worker that spends more time on their cell phone📱, than doing their actual work (with whom you normally turn a deliberate blind-eye to because it isn't your business), is more than one can bear on a day like today. 
😢 Relief when relieving yourself isn't an escape either because that chick that smells like 7 day old room-temperature trout decides to use the stall next to yours. 
Doesn't she have the same *excellent* health insurance I do? Do they make cute nose plugs for women? 
My beautiful new home isn't even a welcome respite from the weary world because it's cursed with a steady stream of unannounced visitors that grossly outstay their welcome, staying all day, or night, without so much as polite inquiry as to whether or not Sis or I have other plans. 😐 (No, not you baby!) Retiring to my bedroom means reliving lovely moments of newly shared love and appreciation that abruptly transformed into older disappointment and disillusionment. 
Hell, I don't even want to throw a party at my house because I have no idea when I'll have my house to myself again. That's a damn shame, I used to love throwing parties but now, it's much more of a frightening, rather than exciting prospect. 😲 
Thankfully, two of the dogs we've transferred over to the new house have transitioned quite well, even though that means listening to one of them bark all DAY and NIGHT at every living and nonliving thing on our heavily-wooded property...and I mean ALL day and night. 🌝🌚 Can dogs lose their voices due to over-usage? It wouldn't seem so. 😒 
With the exception of a consistently respectable few, the vast majority of living creatures in my life make me want to pull each one of my nose hairs out with a pair of tweezers, just to feel enough physical pain to take my mind off of how insanely exhausting everyone else around me is. 🥵 Right now, every innocent question or comment sounds like fingernails scratching on a chalkboard to me. 😖 And when I'm so inclined, in my current delicate state, every one of my Facebook attempts to compliment, comment or encourage that goes unanswered/ ignored by the intended recipient, makes me want to "Unfriend" and permanently block all my presumably pointless (soon-to-be) former Facebook "Friends" for good. 
What the hell are they good for anyway?? 🤔 Seriously? Just about everybody and everything is working my last nerve and I don't know a clever way to spin that in my usually upbeat and, dare I say, ordinarily clever blog. ⌨ I don't feel like sugar-coating anything. 
Bad manners, bad drivers, bad breath, bad teeth, bad form, bad leg, bad dreams, bad dogs, bad smells...it's all enough to make me go Bad, Bad Leroy Brown on everybody. Oh well, it is what it is and there isn't any way around it. 
And really, MOST of my problem can be appropriately addressed with this one innocent plea for assistance; "Aunt Flo, please make your monthly visit and go away before I get fired or face murder charges." 🤬 (Neither of which are on my To Do list.)
