Venting vs. Complaining

Blah, blah, blah. Cough, sneeze, wheeze, sigh. Blah, blah, blah. Giggle, snicker, snort. Blah, blah, blah. I'm sorry ma'am, no, he's not here right now, may I take a message, no ma'am, I am not an asshole, yes, your appointment is at 9:30, please sir, don't use that tone with me sir, I'm just trying to help...blah, blah, blah.

That's what I hear ALL DAY. This constant murmuring, that goes on and on and on. Ahh...the joys of cubicle living. There are days I don't hear a thing...well, those days are few and far between, but there are those days. The past two days, well, the blah, blah, blah has been filling my head like fog and rendering me helpless. But, it's my life for the next few years, and that's that. Don't get me wrong, I love my cubbie...it's pleasant enough. The new building is nice, closer to home, closer to the Cafe. I'm not complaining...hmmm...or am I?

Yes, it seems I am complaining. I'm doing that very thing I always tell people not to do! Wow. Let me rationalize this....hold on a minute...I'm thinking...

I JUST NEEDED TO VENT! That's my excuse...I just needed to "vent." Venting isn't considered full blown complaining, is it? It's just the need to get it out of your system, right? Complaining is when you rag about something ALL DAY and drive other people nuts with it. It's when you call your boss and ask for an appointment to tell them your gripes. No, this isn't like that. This is VENTING. Venting is considered healthy in some cultures, I hear. I'm cleaning house, really...getting rid of unwanted thoughts by writing about them and letting them go. I'm doing something healthy for my mind and body. It's not healthy to hold on to negativity, is it? It's like working out...that's it...I'm working out!

How's that for rationalization? Not bad for an old girl like me.