Competence vs. Urgency vs. Panic

Little rant about the day job, where some of the people, and one person in particular that i work with all the time, decide to live their lives in a state of near-constant frenzied panic. It's as if she cannot function unless she's FREAKING OUT about something or another. She came to me with a situation this morning that went something like this (i'll skip the details, but i think you'll get the picture)

She: "There's this problem...!"

Me: "Ok, so what do you want to do?"

She: (with added urgency) "Well, there's this problem...!!!"

Me: "I see, so what do you want to do."

She: (growing frantic now) "You see, there's this PROBLEM..."

Me: "I understand that, what is it you want to do?"

She: (out of her mind panicked) "IT'S THAT THERE'S THIS PROBLEM...!!!!!!!"

Me: "Fuck it, i'll just solve it myself."

Which, yes, may have been what she was looking for all along, but probably not (trust me.) And this is the kind of thing she pulls all the time - take something fairly simple and make it complicated, then continue to discuss it over and over, making it more complicated with each telling until people are confused and frustrated beyond reason. She's just a crazyperson. And they're everywhere.

So, real quick, a little magic 8pod:

What do i do with Crazyboss? Sunswept Sunday, Duke Ellington, from the Anatomy of a Murder Soundtrack.

Ok, i'll resist the temptation to interpret this as an instruction to murder her, and focus on this song's being peaceful beyond chill - think of all the wonderful, blissful, sunswept sundays with hot coffee and bagels and the new york times and somebody wonderful to cuddle with on the futon as you enjoy all these things in the moment, and leave this biz behind.

What's this party tonight (hosted by the semi-asshole who i met through an ex) going to be like? Love Me Tender, by the Ray Brown Trio

Oooh, this is kind of nice! Maybe i'll go after all.

Have a good weekend people.