I Shake My Fist At You Fernando!
I shake my fist at you Fernando!
I shake my fist at you!
When you introduced yourself to me, I admit that I was impressed.
I heard the name Fernando and I thought that like the Fernando ABBA sang about you might bring something with you in the air.
But the drums that came along with you were drums of doom weren't they Fernando?
You said all the things I wanted to hear and that accent of yours made me really think that you were smooth.....but it was all a cover up wasn't it? Wasn't it?
You weren't really that smooth, were you Fernando?
I told you all my problems and you said not to worry. You said how sorry you felt for me and that you would fix it.
Just give you some time, you said, and so I did. I trusted you.
I trusted you.
I gave you permission to interfere because you said that you would make everything all right. But it's not all right now is it Fernando?
It's all wrong!
WHAT DID YOU DO, FERNANDO ? WHAT DID YOU DO ?!!
Instead of making things better you made it worse!
You kept saying you were sorry but I know you did not mean it. I have come to the realization that you lie for a living.
You are a living liar.
The icing on the cake was the fact that you turned it around after you did your irresponsible deed and said that it was my fault!
My fault !
I looked in the dictionary to find a suitable name that describes you, Fernando, but there is no definition that is worthy of what you are.....you.....you.....ugh!
I was like a child searching for a missing piece of a puzzle to complete it and you came along, pretending to be kind and helpful. You took the puzzle, smashed it to pieces, and cut up the cardboard!
You were probably one of those kids who smashed other people's Lego towers, weren't you Fernando?
One of those who Roundhouse kicked sandcastles.
And I'll bet you laughed too.
Oh, I could hear your smirk on the line when we spoke.
When you said, "Dat iz all I can do to elp you," and "I'm berry sorry," I heard the glee that laced your voice.
You continued on to give me advice about the mess you had made. (As if I'll ever listen to a word that ever comes out of your mouth again.)
I hung up the phone and tried my best to put the pieces back together but nothing worked. It was completely destroyed.
Frustrated, I tried to call you back to give you a piece of my mind, but you must have been on to me because you put your friend Peggy to answer the phone.
She acted as though she could solve the problem too and made me jump through a million hoops before she told me the same thing you did.......It was my fault!
She said that she really could not help me and that she was sorry just like you but really it was not her fault or yours.
I tried not to growl when I explained to her that the problem was a small one when I called you Fernando.
I tried to explain to Peggy that you went and touched things you should not have touched, that you confidently pressed all the wrong buttons.
You trained her well Fernando because what did she do?
She made a strange non-committal noise that was supposed to pass as a sympathetic tone, and ended by saying still that it was my fault and you did not touch anything.
I know how mad people feel, Fernando.
I am sure you will be pleased to know that my nails have been bitten to the quick and I have that crazy glint in my eyes.
Because of you nothing is the same as it was and now here I am, hunched over in the corner of the library, typing furiously.
The attendant is hovering over me waiting to warn me that visiting social websites is forbidden and that my time is almost up.
This is what I have come to, Fernando.
Are you happy? Are you?
Whether you are or not, I shake my fist at you, Fernando!
I SHAKE MY FIST AT YOU!!!!!