What Will You Not Put Up With, Post Cancer?

I keep myself mentally fit by plotting to overthrow of modern civilization as we know it. Unlike in my real world, where logistics and details are my forte, I am never actually quite sure how I am going to accomplish this.

I only know that that I must do it at some point because we seriously need to relocate all the idiots in this world to some deserted island and I nominate myself to be in charge to make that happen. 

I’m thinking the driest place on earth will do which (and this little known factoid could win you mega bucks on Jeopardy, folks) is actually Antarctica.  Think about it, it never rains in Antarctica does it?  I rest my case.  Now, it is admittedly a bit chilly there right now but geologists swear it was once a lush and green tropical paradise and will be again someday because Mother Earth is finicky that way and has what the solar system likes to think is: A Sense Of Humor.  Even if Old Mamma Earth tilts on her axis and heaves her oceans, it’s still going to be a couple of million years before we see Tokyo prices on the beachfront properties of Antarctica.  And I’m pretty sure most of us are going to be suing a bunch of penguin slumlords by then too.  

I cannot have morons killed because my belief system — such that it is, does not allow killing outright.  Put on a slow spaceship to Jupiter, sure, sure, that’s ok in my book, but I can’t kill them outright.  Heck, even the poor dog gets put on a puppy time out if she squashes a bug and I hate bugs.  And yes, Jupiter is pretty toasty when compared to Earth; 390 degrees Celsius or 680 degrees Fahrenheit is the average.  Just trying to send these folks the right message is all.  

I never used to be this way.  I was nice actually.  Well, nicer.  I no longer have patience or tolerance for stupidity, rudeness, ignorance and worse of all, bad customer service.  This means that if my desktop at home or some other major electronic appliance goes belly up, I’ll just have to buy another one because I’m not getting on the phone with somebody from India and screaming at them because truly, they are impressively bullet proof when it comes to being screamed at. 

Case in point, this woman continues to cold call me every week about some software program she is selling.  The thing is, the software has nothing to do with my company or our business.  We can’t use it, it just has no value or valid application in our company.  I have told her this, oh, going on 50 times (I told you, she calls me every week). I am actually not even the right person to harass, she should be harassing the IT folks but for some odd reason, she likes me more.  So, for at least another two months, week after week, I told her to take me off her call list.  By the end of that time frame, I wasn’t being very nice. I finally told her I was simply going to hang up on her next time. 

She called me a week later.   

Now, don’t get me wrong, she’s not challenged by the language or remotely stupid, not really. She’s just an idiot.  She refuses to take no for an answer or maybe she’s paid by the calls she makes. I don’t know but if I get my way, she’s first on the space ship to Jupiter because I’m really sick and tried of repeating myself.  

And this is but one example.  Time is precious folks. I have a lot to do and clearly, after surviving cancer, I have the feeling that my time may not be the 999 years I was thinking I had.  At least that’s the way I was acting, like I had all the time in the world.  Since recovering from cancer, I’ve edited that down to a measly 99 years so I had better hurry the heck up is how I see things.   

So, I’m going to put this out there, because I’m actually curious, for you cancer survivors especially but anyone can answer; what (crap) is it that you will no longer put up with?