Tazmanian Devil

I feel like Taz, the cartoon tazmanian devil - remember him? He was always in a tizz about something. I'm in several tizzes at the moment. I feel like I'm fighting with everyone about everything:

The car insurance offered me a derisory amount for my crashed car, so I'm in severe battle mode with them.

My employer has made a mess of my salary three times this year based on wrong information they received from the tax office. I'm on to them frequently trying to straighten it out........... grinding my teeth.

The tax office are a right bunch of tulips. They have awarded me zero tax credits and zero cut-off point resulting on my salary effectively being docked an extra €200 per salary cheque. Every time I ring they tell me about another computer glitch (yeah right!) but they've fixed it now. Sure enough, no they haven't!! I had an actual pain in my bursting head yesterday after two farcical conversations with them. It must've been blood pressure?

I heard this week that an absolute chancer might be promoted to a very important position in my line of work. I am raging mad that we have such a system that rewards mediocrity and downright awfulness. This fella is lazy, incompetent, dishonest, useless, elitist, sneaky, liardy, ass-licky and generally ughy. I'll nearly have to take to my bed if he gets this job. It's unbelievably disgusting.

A wan at work is making me sick too. She's not great at her job, but amazingly good at passing the buck. I'm sick of her. So sick of her that I have gashes in my tongue from biting it. I'll probably snap at something small and irrelevant. Onlookers will think I'm nuts and I will be...

Last but by no means the bottom of my list - One of my friends dropped dead three weeks ago. Turns out his appendix burst and poisoned him. He was 43. Two different doctors told him he had a tummy bug, one prescribed motilium, the other said he'd be grand in a couple of days. He was six feet under in a couple of days.......... A terrible tragedy. I'm so mad about our cod of a health system. It's killing us. It doesn't need more money, it needs the people in it to do their bloody jobs!!

I'm really angry these days. I'm like a wound-up coil, ready to spring into attack. I can't fight everyone and everything. I've enough to be doing. Is it PMT? Am I turning psycho? Perhaps I've just had an unlucky couple of weeks having to deal with too many idiots in a row in an idiotic country?