Quotes About Frustration

This was like the Rubik's Cube of life. One big glob of scattered, multicolored possibilities she had to sort out and line up in the appropriate manner by twisting endless scenario after scenario in her head. And it sucked. Big, fat wankers.

At that point, when she'd been staring down the account-whoring, turbo-bitch's face, she wouldn't have much cared if her head spun around and she'd yarked up pea soup at warp speed all over her. At least it would have matched Linda's new color ranking.

Computers make me totally blank out.

That was the trouble with numbers. They got so big you couldn't handle them and even if you could they got you nowhere.

I think someone's about to have a really bad chair day.

Anybody could rise above anything in America. ... No, they can't, Marie said, from the backseat. How was I supposed to break out of there? What were my people going to say? Uppity. That's what. 'Cause if I can, why can't they? But I tell you what, I don't even know how it's done. I never seen nobody do it.

Life is too short for traffic.

She looked like she might run out of the room crying like she usually does for no reason.

What a snoozefest! He went on like that for about a million hundred hours. I had no idea what he was talking about. My shirt was itchy. My tie was choking me. I thought I was gonna die. All I could think about was when Mayor Hubble would stop talking so we could go eat some Peeps.

I hate school. I

Daisy said, "I hate school too.

My name is A.J. and I hate school. Well, I hate that reading and writing and arithmetic part of school, anyway. That stuff is for the birds!

I barely touched her stupid elbow. She was moaning and holding her arm like an elephant stepped on it.

Annoying Andrea had on her mean face. She was mad because I came up with a great idea and she didn't. Mr. Cooper wrote down my idea and sent it to the

wish I had a penguin. Penguins are cool. But my parents won't get me one because they live in Antarctica. Penguins, that is. Not my parents. My parents live at home with me. "EEEEEEEK!" screamed this

That was totally not fair.

I hate school.

Ours isn't a perfect world. It's downtown--a gilded toilet where people defecate in the streets, where untreated crazies run amok, where Business Improvement District dispatchers get stabbed in the back, where residents gleefully attend midnight arson, where cars pin people to walls, where tourists disintegrate in water tanks, where old men get beaten to death outside their apartments.

I spent a long time writing in obscurity. You'll spend a long time writing in obscurity.

When you are The Other, you begin to resent the majority and look for ways to piss them

Yes, but everybody else gets more than us.

If you pit a good employee against a bad system, the system will win almost every time" (Rummler and Brache, 1995, p. 75).

I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him. "Don't hurt yourself trying.

I'm a patient man, but I'm not going to wait endlessly." "But...," She stammered. "But what?" "It's so fast." He growled. "When I went slow, you wanted fast. Now I'm going fast, you want slow. Luanne Mayfair, are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose, or is it just a lucky side benefit as far as you're concerned?