I should have known when it was Monday
It's been a terrible day.
A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My exam this morning went poorly, and I'm tired of the kids in class obsessed with comparing grades and answers.
My work meeting (yes, another one) went even worse and ended with me in tears. All my ideas were received negatively (we can't do that! we don't want to do that!) and then I got a lovely barrage of attacking questions. After the meeting, people came up to me individually to thank me for offering ideas and offer support, but by then it didn't matter. I can't believe it's still bothering me, but I just really feel awful - frustrated and emotional and marginalized all in a big smoothie of yuck.
Then got a call from the trainers asking me why I'd missed my scheduled appointment - reminder of why I don't schedule things out three weeks in advance - because I forget about them. I feel deflated and defeated and miserable.
And no, the rain doesn't help.
I should go to kickboxing and work off some of this bad feeling - I feel like Linus with his storm cloud o' angst. It was Linus ... right? But I also have some B&J New York Super Fudge Chunk in the freezer. Is it bad form to eat it before going to kickboxing? Cause right now, I think chocolate may be the only fix.
P.S. My computer is being slow and grumpy too - I think it's contagious.
A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My exam this morning went poorly, and I'm tired of the kids in class obsessed with comparing grades and answers.
My work meeting (yes, another one) went even worse and ended with me in tears. All my ideas were received negatively (we can't do that! we don't want to do that!) and then I got a lovely barrage of attacking questions. After the meeting, people came up to me individually to thank me for offering ideas and offer support, but by then it didn't matter. I can't believe it's still bothering me, but I just really feel awful - frustrated and emotional and marginalized all in a big smoothie of yuck.
Then got a call from the trainers asking me why I'd missed my scheduled appointment - reminder of why I don't schedule things out three weeks in advance - because I forget about them. I feel deflated and defeated and miserable.
And no, the rain doesn't help.
I should go to kickboxing and work off some of this bad feeling - I feel like Linus with his storm cloud o' angst. It was Linus ... right? But I also have some B&J New York Super Fudge Chunk in the freezer. Is it bad form to eat it before going to kickboxing? Cause right now, I think chocolate may be the only fix.
P.S. My computer is being slow and grumpy too - I think it's contagious.