Tell me how you really feel...

Now, as most of you know, I work in a sandwich store. It's a small, local business with an extremely loyal clientele (i.e. a lot of regulars). One particular group of regulars seems to talk endlessly about every negative subject they can think of. Everything is wrong with the city! The world is going to Hell in a handbasket! Global warming?! Ha! That doesn't exist.

Needless to say, being the obnoxiously optimistic person (and environmentalist!) that I am, I have trained myself to hear the ocean instead... Sometimes, the Pachelbel Canon plays in the distance.

Anywho, back to the subject at hand. Now, when something doesn't go my way, I am normally a pretty adaptable individual (on the outside, at least). I prefer to look at things as "it'll work out somehow." These "negative Nancys," however, are slowly breaking me.

So I got to thinking... What pisses me off?

What makes Nanners want to call a hotline and complain?

What is so heinous that the mere thought of it makes me want to scream my head off?

And then it hit me...

...Joan Cusack.

(rightthereinfrontofmeallalong)