Day Two Hundred and Twenty Six - A-S-S-H-O-L-E

I want to say that today's thing started off when I ripped off a cab driver this morning but that's not entirely true. I think it started when I got dressed and generally a big gussied up. I will be completely honest - I love wearing business suits - whether they are Hillary Clinton pantsuit style or with a cute dress [but not too cute] or with a miniskirt [as part of my ongoing series - a Salute to Miniskirts, of course]. They make me feel badass. I know that most people like a work environment where they don't have to get dressed up - I am quite the opposite. I mean, I'm not enough of a preppy/yuppie [in part due to lack of moneys] to dress this way when I'm not @ work - but then I like to be very casual and often with a healthy amount of decolletage and shirts that say rude and/or clever things on them. But - for work - I like to feel important - like I am more than the sum of all the crummy bits of my life. A business suit is like a mask that I can slip on and instantly become a more confident and badass person [it hides the real me with the lack of real job, house, other material items, other non-material items]. So why not present the best you possible?

This morning I was feeling rather fierce [thanks Tyra] in my pinstripe suit [it has a vest/corset type thing that makes it extra good] and my lovely flat, straight hair and good make-up. I think I let it go to my head because today I was an asshole all day. In addition to ripping off the cabbie [it was his fault - he couldn't change a $20 so I could only give him $10 - I have gone to make change on other days] I also closed an elevator door on someone, I sneaked into line @ a Starbucks ahead of people who were waiting before me, I smushed a bug [normally I set them free or just let them be], I put a cup that still had liquid in it into a public rubbish bin [ewww], I let my bag and Starbucks cup have its own seat on the subway [but had to relent when a couple with a stroller motioned for me to move it] and I left a bunch of items @ Zellers sitting under the price checker thing instead of taking them back to where they belonged. So yeah...I'm an urban a-hole.

In my defence - doing all of these things I was forcing myself to go outside my comfort zone - I would normally never do these things. However, I've worked my share of retail/customer service jobs - I dealt with many-a a-hole in my day. I didn't really get anything out of being an a-hole [like, it didn't improve my life in any way] - which makes me think that most people are blissfully unaware that they are jerks, since it really offers no inherent reward. Realizing that helps me to not take personally all of the crummy things people routinely do. I stand by my previous statement - when I die - on my tombstone I want written - My Name: Surrounded by A-Holes [because @ no point in my life do I see this not being true].