Me: "Yeah, I'm just on the tail end of a 16 hour shift and I've been fighting a bit of a cold."
Idiot: "Oh that's okay, I've been working midnight shift for the past week and I feel like I've been working 16 hour shifts with pneumonia."
Can you hear me blinking? Cause I'm pretty sure that our surroundings, time, and possibly the world have completely ceased movement. Firstly, what? And secondly, WHAT?! Hi, my name is midnight shift and I've owned Rachael's soul for the past year. So, PLEASE, tell ME what it feels like and SERIOUSLY right now? The last 8 hours OF my 16 hour shift were OVERNIGHT. AND ONE MORE THING?! THIS IS A FREQUENT OCCURRENCE!!!
*Clears throat*
REAL ISSUE: I'm finding that it has become unacceptably common for people to use the opener,
"That's okay, 'insert benign-and-moronic-attempt-to-one-up-fellow-dialoguer's-(<--not a word) concern'".
This? This is definitely not okay. Not even close to being okay. In fact, this is so far from "okay" that I'm struggling to remember what actually is "okay" and what isn't. For example, punching you in the face is quickly becoming "okay". Is this supposed to be comforting? I'm at a complete loss as to why someone would decide that this is an appropriate response to someone conveying a grievance. Is this your idea of relation/empathy? Because you suck at it.
Oh, and, ummm... *head down, kicks invisible rock* thanks for the cigarette...
Truth? This attitude will worsen until I am taken back here, placed in the water, and allowed to jump off that rock again. You have my demands.
