Jennifer Lynch's Blog - Posts Tagged "anger"
I am grateful
Early morning in Suffolk and I'm reflecting on yesterday's events especially my idea about going to the Range. To be honest I don't really like these places that 'suck you in' with their too many of, but I had to get some boards for a Vision Boatd workshop I'm holding later today!
Holding my intent has been easier lately, especially since I started the I am Affirmations which I found on you tube. Change your life in 21 days so I will keep you posted. Giving in, or flowing with it, I then wandered along the aisles feeling grateful with vision boards and sparkly letters in hand. I then noticed a toilet brush for 3 quid and the I am focused gave way to I will have the perfect bathroom and loving it's imitation porcelain effect, I quickly grabbed it and started to ceremoniously wave it around the shop. I then relunctantly joined the queue of, I don't want to hear about Christmas, people when a rather aggressive girl, shouted we can't do cards. Having no cash on me and enthusiasm dying I asked if I could leave my goods on an abandoned check out and head for the loo and cafe hoping they would sort the situation out While I was gone.
I then spotted a whole load of unhealthy options for the gluten free woman to moan about but decided to break ranks .. I am ... cheesed off and opted for a toasted tea cake! Whoppee I was starting to get my mojo back. I saw a lovely elderly lady in the queue so I casually asked if she had found what she came for, just to be friendly. She replied that she'd asked but she didn't think the girl understood her but she was looking for some polystyrene cones so she could make some presents for xmas and it was necessary to start now. I reflected on the cones not ever having seen one and said, maybe ask again and finished my tea.
To my utter astonishment my goods were still where I left them and I found someone to serve me.
"Would you like a bag", the girl said looking at my visionboards, glitzy letters and loo brush. No I said I'll just wave it around the car park, the young lady laughed with me. It was when I got to the door I realised the 3 pounds had turned into 9.99 and the computers had gone down again so asking for a refund was near to impossible. The letters were the wrong price.. I think the boards were right but the toilet brush was a tickling 6 pounds wrong. I decided to abandon it as I caught sight of a large singing reindeer and contemplated another I am. Yes, I am annoyed.
I left the store and noticed it was only 4.30 and thankfully I hadn't bought any curtains although I was impressed by how many there were at the range in every shade and even some with sparkle which would look good at ... oh stop it!
If I wanted my refund I'd have to return another day but could I handle that experience. I saw a man sadly waiting in his car with the window up. Ah an abandoned husband who obviously had no interest in shopping, there were many, and I even felt a tiny bit of empathy.
Coming home on the A14 was manic, as I'd now hit the rush hour but I wasn't phased as even if I felt slightly ripped off I had my original intention on the back seat and I am annoyed was starting to pass. Then suddenly bang.. had a van really hit me up the arse or was I imagining it. There was a massive queue behind me at the roundabout but I got out to survey the damage. My ear was on fire as it had hit my head rest quite hard. I noticed the man in the van wasn't that keen to leave his vehicle lazy arse, but we were causing an obstruction, oh dear! Fortunately I couldn't find any extra damage to my poor old girl who'd just passed her MOT on Monday at the tender age of 12! I decided to let the man go still having empathy for men after visiting the Range and wondered if he was smoking a roley.
It was hard rejoining the traffic with everyone flying around my obstruction but I shortly arrived home thankfully in one piece. I decided to forget picking up more magazines for this is your life pictures, from the surgery in case I burst into tears. I am fragile! I am angry had subsided into something which resembled a blub!
I sat on my driveway and noticed someone else had cancelled and I reviewed why am I doing this... is it for me, or for others. It's my work to inspire others but why? Long deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth. There was a war going on between those shop assistants. Thank god I'm fifty, and my skoda had lived another day!
Holding my intent has been easier lately, especially since I started the I am Affirmations which I found on you tube. Change your life in 21 days so I will keep you posted. Giving in, or flowing with it, I then wandered along the aisles feeling grateful with vision boards and sparkly letters in hand. I then noticed a toilet brush for 3 quid and the I am focused gave way to I will have the perfect bathroom and loving it's imitation porcelain effect, I quickly grabbed it and started to ceremoniously wave it around the shop. I then relunctantly joined the queue of, I don't want to hear about Christmas, people when a rather aggressive girl, shouted we can't do cards. Having no cash on me and enthusiasm dying I asked if I could leave my goods on an abandoned check out and head for the loo and cafe hoping they would sort the situation out While I was gone.
I then spotted a whole load of unhealthy options for the gluten free woman to moan about but decided to break ranks .. I am ... cheesed off and opted for a toasted tea cake! Whoppee I was starting to get my mojo back. I saw a lovely elderly lady in the queue so I casually asked if she had found what she came for, just to be friendly. She replied that she'd asked but she didn't think the girl understood her but she was looking for some polystyrene cones so she could make some presents for xmas and it was necessary to start now. I reflected on the cones not ever having seen one and said, maybe ask again and finished my tea.
To my utter astonishment my goods were still where I left them and I found someone to serve me.
"Would you like a bag", the girl said looking at my visionboards, glitzy letters and loo brush. No I said I'll just wave it around the car park, the young lady laughed with me. It was when I got to the door I realised the 3 pounds had turned into 9.99 and the computers had gone down again so asking for a refund was near to impossible. The letters were the wrong price.. I think the boards were right but the toilet brush was a tickling 6 pounds wrong. I decided to abandon it as I caught sight of a large singing reindeer and contemplated another I am. Yes, I am annoyed.
I left the store and noticed it was only 4.30 and thankfully I hadn't bought any curtains although I was impressed by how many there were at the range in every shade and even some with sparkle which would look good at ... oh stop it!
If I wanted my refund I'd have to return another day but could I handle that experience. I saw a man sadly waiting in his car with the window up. Ah an abandoned husband who obviously had no interest in shopping, there were many, and I even felt a tiny bit of empathy.
Coming home on the A14 was manic, as I'd now hit the rush hour but I wasn't phased as even if I felt slightly ripped off I had my original intention on the back seat and I am annoyed was starting to pass. Then suddenly bang.. had a van really hit me up the arse or was I imagining it. There was a massive queue behind me at the roundabout but I got out to survey the damage. My ear was on fire as it had hit my head rest quite hard. I noticed the man in the van wasn't that keen to leave his vehicle lazy arse, but we were causing an obstruction, oh dear! Fortunately I couldn't find any extra damage to my poor old girl who'd just passed her MOT on Monday at the tender age of 12! I decided to let the man go still having empathy for men after visiting the Range and wondered if he was smoking a roley.
It was hard rejoining the traffic with everyone flying around my obstruction but I shortly arrived home thankfully in one piece. I decided to forget picking up more magazines for this is your life pictures, from the surgery in case I burst into tears. I am fragile! I am angry had subsided into something which resembled a blub!
I sat on my driveway and noticed someone else had cancelled and I reviewed why am I doing this... is it for me, or for others. It's my work to inspire others but why? Long deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth. There was a war going on between those shop assistants. Thank god I'm fifty, and my skoda had lived another day!
