I was in a great mood this morning, depsite all the bombs dropped on me this week.
Ho boy howdy, did that change as the day progressed, which ended with me in tears before I left work. When the tension is running so thick in the store that you can cut it with a knife, you're exhausted because you've been stressed to all hell and running your ass off, then have the one manager you trust and respect snap at you because he's under too much stress... You finally lose it.
Given all the bombs and insults dropped this week (including yesterday an old man telling me my 4x6 foot board was "pretty good for a girl." I don't give a flying fuck if he's just joking...you just don't say that to a stranger...), I'd been holding out all right...not great, but all right....
*sigh*
elict, hon, I so wish you were on right now.... I'm in the perfect mood for one pissed off Inuyasha. :/ Oh well...what can you do?
I'm going to go lay down before heading to the chiropractor for about the fifth time this month.