the poker
phew. work is very strange. i've had days where i seriously fear i was going to get hit. i've had days where i have gotten hit, kicked, smacked, pushed. i'll spend hours trying to calm people down, break up fights, or just get yelled at and degraded for twenty minutes straight.
then i'll have days like today, where relatively little happens and yet i still end up stressed. today i got poked. a light jab with a finger. it pissed me off so much. i politely asked a boy to stop touching me, and he proceeded to poke me for several minutes. i remained calm and requested he cease and attempted to move out of reach. as i finally walked away i was furious and let the boys on the other side of me see my silent screaming face. that's all that happened and it put me on edge for hours. i ended up taking boys down to my office in order to get them and myself away from the poker.
i think tomorrow i'll try to stay outside more and hide in the office.
then i'll have days like today, where relatively little happens and yet i still end up stressed. today i got poked. a light jab with a finger. it pissed me off so much. i politely asked a boy to stop touching me, and he proceeded to poke me for several minutes. i remained calm and requested he cease and attempted to move out of reach. as i finally walked away i was furious and let the boys on the other side of me see my silent screaming face. that's all that happened and it put me on edge for hours. i ended up taking boys down to my office in order to get them and myself away from the poker.
i think tomorrow i'll try to stay outside more and hide in the office.