Stupidity, Saying Sorry and Some Shakespeare

Allow me to quote a bit of Shakespeare on this fine morning, from one of my all-time favourite movies, Much Ado About Nothing:

Leonato: Neighbors, you are tedious.

Dogberry: It pleases your worship to say so, but we are only the poor Duke’s officers; truly, for my own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all on your worship.

(I love that movie. It is beyond awesome. But I digress.)

Well, I wake this morning to find myself a bit of a Dogberry, having been quite tedious to a poor unsuspecting virtual neighour last evening.

(“What the hell are you saying?” you ask yourself at this point in the story. “Speak English, woman, or I shall go look at instead.”)

Okay. So… Yeah. I was a bit of a boob yesterday, and now is my turn to apologize.

Our agency did something really dumb yesterday. I can’t say what, exactly. And it was an honest mistake but still… really dumb. Anyway, I was all ranty and peevish and waving my fist at the world in righteous indignation.

Call it misdirected frustration at this endless wait for a referral. Whatever.

Anyway, did I react in a rational manner? Did I take a cool and considered look at the issue and address it appropriately? (As BDH did…)

Oh no I did NOT!

So what did I do instead? Well, I fired off a disjointed missive of futile peevishness via email to another waiting adoptive parent, the awesome and ever-marvellous Nicky. Who, I am sure, looked at this email in her inbox and thought “who is this raving nutbar and why is she bugging ME?”

And so, Miss Nicky, in the cool light of morning, after a cup of coffee, I say: my sincere apologies for venting spleen into your inbox.

Nobody needs to come home from work and find an email from a crazy person. It sets one off one’s dinner.

(Although in my own defense, I was hopped up on sugar from eating a bucketload of Quality Street chocolates. But that is no excuse!!)

So, to continue on the Shakespearean fool theme, take comfort in the fact that “though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass” and that I will “be condemned into everlasting redemption for this.”

And now that I have issued a most necessary apology — Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

Oh… “And Master, sir, do not forget to specify, when time and place shall assert, that I am an ass.”

(And you thought you wouldn’t learn anything by reading this blog. HA!)

4 thoughts on “Stupidity, Saying Sorry and Some Shakespeare

  1. Aaaah yes, it sounds so familiar.
    I had my moments of insanity early this week as well, which included me crying my eyes out to a total stranger on the phone that although they work at our social services office this particular person has absolutely nothing to do with our or any adoption.
    However, the tears did make her feel bad enough to go snooping through a desk she wasn’t supposed to.
    And of course 3 days letter when all was found, I felt foolish for my super stressing breakdown.
    Oh well, it got things done.
    I sure find myself becoming much more emotional and much less predictable lately. Must be the being-so-close-to-referral mood.
    Hope everything turned out well on your end.

  2. It’s such a stressful process, and to outsiders, it must sound silly when we tell them it’s “stressful” and that we’re “waiting” all in one sentence. Sounds contradictory, but it’s not. I don’t blame you one bit for getting frantic in your case — they lost one of your documents, for pete’s sake!!

    Oh well. Between the waiting and the chocolate, you’re going to have to peel me off the ceiling soon.

  3. Hello hello.

    That’s funny. I didn’t think your email was peevish at all!

    Actually I enjoy a bit of bitchiness now and then. I can say bitchiness on your blog, can’t I?!? I guess if I can’t, you’ll just @^$@$% my word. (I can’t say bitchiness on my blog, because my GRANDMOTHER reads it.) (So I don’t swear either. But she doesn’t read YOUR blog. ~I think.)

    Anyway, our agency, I am concluding, is a group of super nice well-intentioned people with a dire need of an organizational communication plan! But best we gripe offline in the details of it all. So email anytime, and I’ll do the same. After all, they are nice, well-intentioned people, and we don’t want them getting the wrong idea (or fixing us up for life with super crazy hyper-active non-brocoli-eating pulling-the-cats’-tail children.) Oh wait – that might happen anyway.

    Any time –

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