Two hours of hell

If I could just eradicate a two-hour stretch, yesterday wasn’t too bad. But that two-hour stretch was a living hell, not only for me, but for a lot of other people, especially someone who cares about me deeply and I care about in the same way.

It was over trivia. It was over one round at 3:30. It wasn’t that Rondo and DigDug were playing together. It wasn’t that they were ahead of me, because I had already finished ahead of them three times. It was that the questions were so freaking easy for them that Rondo scored so high to move into second place for the month at Buffalo Wild Wings. I had the top 10 scores by myself for over two weeks until this happened.

That got me angry. Really angry. I started firing off angry tweets to Buzztime about how stupidly easy the questions were in this game. I was pissed about how many movie questions their were in this particular game. Unfortunately, I let my emotions get the best of me again.

That was bad enough. I couldn’t believe Buzztime would make a game that easy a certain someone in order to score that high. I’ve discovered Rondo is beatable, but not when the questions are as easy as slow-pitch softball AND he has someone helping him.

Rondo and DigDug left, so maybe the problem was solved. But it wasn’t. It would get much worse.

Liz showed up for her shift at 4, but the problem was, her section was in an area where there were no power outlets readily available. With Lisa and Brittany Davidson in St. Joseph for different reasons and Brittany Mathenia-Tucker on her skydiving mission, it left a weak crew on the bar side.

Liz convinced me to move to my regular table in the dining room, but I was seething without my power. I let my frustrations show, and I took out those frustrations on the wrong person. I got angry at Liz, and she didn’t do anything wrong. I was wrong, and I knew it.

She had to take me outside and lecture me. I needed it. I cried hard over it, too. I should never have done that to her. She’s been far too good to me and stood by me when most would not. And that’s the way I treat her? I should have been appalled, and I was.

It finally calmed down. I had a very long extension cord in my car, and they were able to run it from an outlet to my table. I was scared someone would trip over the cord and have reason to sue me, but the cord was taped down and nobody tripped. I was feeling guilty all night long, even though Liz tried to tell me not to feel that way.

I have a terrible habit of taking out my anger on someone who doesn’t deserve it. My parents are the target more often than not, but unfortunately, it spreads to others. Liz certainly doesn’t deserve it. She could have easily kicked me to the curb, but she hasn’t. I wish I believed in myself as much as she does.

I guess I’m going to try this again today. Hopefully without the drama.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on August 24, 2014, in Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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