Keeping a Lid On It

Today was a trying day at work. Even more so because last week was a trying week, and today was supposed to bring some relief.

At the end of the day, The Professor came up to me and remarked that he was impressed that I kept my cool all night. I replied with something about how things were so ridiculous, I had low expectations so I didn't feel too badly that we didn't get much done.

But then I thought about it some more. I had to go back and ask him. Does the fact that I kept my cool imply that I usually don't? He said that that was not the case, but I think he was just being nice.

The storminess between my ears doesn't always come spewing out, but I do get crabby. Today I was making up fights in my head with people before I even saw them, much less had a reason to argue with them. I have been known to throw something. When I'm the most irritated, I mumble to myself. LIke, with lips moving, so people wonder who I'm talking to. Usually when that happens, I'm mentally telling someone off.

Tomorrow has got to be better.