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Yes, yes, I know it’s Tuesday. But I had Monday off! It feels like Monday to me! #3 will be on time.
As before – click on the ‘Meltdown’ category to see old versions.

It’s called the “Monday Meltdown” and is an excuse to just let out some of the frustration within. We all have frustration, yes? So – let’s focus our frustration and let it out on Mondays – because we all know that Mondays just deserve it. Just ask Garfield. ::grins::

Here’s how it is going to work. I’m going to post a choice for you. You take it away and go! Either in the comments section or on your own blog. But if you run away to your own blog, please drop me a comment so I can come see. ::grins:: I love to read a good rant.

I also have a button up there you can ‘steal’. Steal meaning take away to your own server. Don’t direct link. I’m afraid I don’t have the bandwidth for that one. (; So – are you ready to vent? I know you are. ::grins::

This week’s rants:
1. Playing second fiddle constantly
or
2. Holiday drivers (ooo, specific stupid people!)

You are free to rant about both or just one. Some of these rants may come back around, so don’t feel you need to do both of them so you can get it in. ::grins::

Okay! Go! If you are interested in my Meltdown for the week, just click on the ‘more’ there.

Rant #2: Playing Second Fiddle Constantly
Sometimes I have to wonder if I have ‘doormat’ written on my forehead somewhere. Or perhaps somewhere embedded in my aura. Or perhaps I just have the worst luck on the face of the planet. What the hell am I talking about?

Taking a back seat to everyone and everything. Sometimes it is my own doing, so I’m not mad about those instances. That was a concious decision to step back and let something (or someone else) be in the spotlight – as it were. Most times, however, it isn’t my doing at all – it is thrust upon me. Now, I understand that sometimes I just walk into things and it’s not really me. But still. One has to wonder why it happens to me – a lot. All the time. It makes a body feel like she’s some form of walking jinx.

When do I get to be in the sun, eh? After everyone else is done? Mmmmm. Well, you know, it seems to me that some people have gotten their spotlight eight or ten times already.

I know it’s life and I know it’s not really something I can change in most circumstances – without sounding like some form of self-centered bitch. But still. I may come off as a whiny child, but – dammit, it makes me feel like a whiny child who’s not getting what she wants. It wouldn’t bother me, except that it has been happening all the freaking time. ALL the freaking time. I mean, I can hardly be like “so, yeah, you have this problem, but let’s talk about ME first.” Yeah, that’d come across well. Meh

So – that’s the rant for today. I wanted it to be longer, but – oh well.