On top of trying to eat healtheir – depsite my endless chocolate cupcake cravings – and scraping a few minutes out of each day for exercise, I’ve been mad crazy busy at work.

A couple of special projects is all it takes to fuck up an otherwise manageable work load.

So yesterday I needed to mail a bunch of stuff – because I am the official stuff-mailer in my office – and I needed boxes. Specifically, I needed some absolutely-have-to-be-there-overnight boxes. So I went to the FedEx store, which used to be Kinkos way back in the day, to get my supplies.

Another surly FedEx employee

And I made the mistake of asking the dude that works there if he had any more large boxes, since all I could find in the mailing supply station was the small ones.

As he rounds the counter to get the size I needed, dude proceeds to remind me, loudly and in front of a bunch of other customers,  that I could order these supplies online and have them delivered to my office.

Never one to react well to a public scolding, I told him that would have required forethought and planning, and apparently he’s never been to my office and doesn’t know how WE roll.

Customers laughed. Dude shot me a dirty look.

Now, possibly he meant to just point out that it would be more convenient for ME if the supplies were delivered to my office. Except he did it while I was inconveniencing HIM by asking him to get me something I needed so I could overpay for shipping with his company.

So I took this as a personal attack.

Yeah, I know I could be more organized in my life, I could be more proactive and think ahead and blah, blah, blah.  I’m sure FedEx dude has all his ducks in a row and never runs out of anything.  But professionally, I run on the fumes in the tank. My head bobs merrily along just above water.

And I shouldn’t have to take shit from purple-polo-shirt-wearing FedEx dude because of my failure to accurately inventory my shipping supplies.

Also, when FedEx delivers boxes and sticky envelopes and waybills to my office, are they going to bring me a tall Starbucks non-fat, no-whip white chocolate mocha like I can get for myself across the street from the FedEx store? No, I don’t think so.

So excuse me for going out of my way to fetch my own boxes and java, Assholio.

Like I said, I may just be a wee bit sensitive lately.  I blame the cupcake cravings.