My bad attitude
I've been a bit overwhelmed lately. The kids drive me insane, the move has been hectic. The house is incredibly cluttered and when I manage to clean one area, it reclutters itself magically.
And that bad attitude reached its peak yesterday when I heard the doorbell ring. The ring sent me over the edge and I opened it annoyed. I had three stuffies in my hands at the moment as I was trying to organize the kids room. My clothes were messy, stained, and my hair was in a very messy everyday bun.
I may be really small in stature, but people always tell me my glare scares them and I guess it intimidated whoever I opened the door to as well.
The ADT salesman at the door greeted me in Spanish. Another thing that annoyed me. I really don't like speaking in Spanish at the door unless the person speaking it can't speak English.
Which I'm sure he could. It's like he assumed I only spoke Spanish when I've been in this country my whole life.
The second I saw him I got this tiny burst of rage and just yelled something at him along the lines of "I'm never going to buy your products!" And proceeded to close the door. He basically stammered and walked away grumbling something which was probably insults directed at me.
Anyway, my bad attitude finally got to me. Normally I am quite laid back and nice. I guess I should get no soliciting signs. Sigh.