Frustration

A coworker recently complained of his "fustration"[sic] with my work, explaining that, "Ray, I'm *fustrated - it's very *fustrating - and I'm not the only one. Your colleagues are *fustrated too."

I behaved myself. I didn't say what I wanted to. This was at the end of a long, hard day, and in the middle of a dressing-down sprung on me more-or-less out-of-the-blue indicating that dissatisfaction with my work has been kept from me by several intelligent, well-educated people with demonstrated communication skills and responsibility for helping me succeed as part of their team.

I refrained from saying "FRUSTRATING! IT'S 'FRUSTRATING,' YOU FUCKING MORON! I will not stand here and be told my business by a bucket-mouthed idiot who can't speak the fucking language! Your talking privileges have been revoked until you can demonstrate the ability to use them responsibly. I want to punch you in your fucking piehole for your assault against my language! Don't talk." That might have turned out poorly had I not exercised restraint.

By the way, prefacing a word or an utterance with an asterisk is a linguistic convention for indicating or acknowledging that the word or utterance is non-standard.

Some people need to be prefaced by an asterisk.

As promised

The Yolo county Fair was fun. It's the last County fair in California (and possibly in the country) with free admission, and we met up with some friends who live in Woodland and had a nice time wandering around, eating funnel-cake, and just generally enjoying the company of friends.