The other day, Chris brought to my attention that I've been super cranky for a while now. I usually do a stress rebound during the summer months and gear up for another fall. This summer hasn't been rebounding well.
In fact, before the cranky intervention, we were at a concert at a cigar bar. A cigar bar implies that there will be smoke. As I sat during intermission in a cigary-smelling comfy chair (yum) a cranky pants lady came over and lectured us like children about how the whole place was smelling like smoke. No one was smoking; it was a residual effect from, oh, being in a cigar bar.
When the show started back up, I came out of the lounge room and sat at the bar. The cranky lady kept glaring at me. I, being generally an amazingly whimpy person during confrontations, boldly glared right back at her. For a long time. Without blinking and having a slight frown. She eventually left. Did I mention she was probably around 70?
An intervention was due. I realized that Job 2 hasn't been pleasant for a good while now and that the constant state of crisis has taken a toll. I am no longer the passingly cranky girl who inwardly seethes when having to deal with obnoxious people. I'm the perma-cranky girl who stares down old ladies in the bar. Fabulous...just what I wated to be. After the intervention, I wrote a resignation letter for Job 2. Today, I mailed it. Wuf, what a week.
An Erinku:
bamboo
(not palm)
tan
(not blue)
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