SOOOOOOOOO FRUSTRATING! Makes you want to cry and scream!
Sorry to hear about your ordeal Lizzie.
Don't you wish you had the ability to make others experience your level of frustration just for one minute?
People need to understand your situation and exercise some empathy - and if they can't - well - to hell with tgem
A number of times I've been on hold for hours only to have the operator hang up on me because she can't be bothered to try and understand me. "AUGHHH! Don't hang up! Don't hang up! "
And most people just assume I am mentally handicapped. My mom picked me up from the dentist the other day, and the hygienist kept going on to my mom about what a brave man I had been. At least I got an Elmo toothbrush and sticker out of it
Lizzie - would you be insulted if I dubbed you a man - only within the meaning of the following poem?
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling
