Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Hormones are evil, evil things. At least, I assume that's the reason I seem to be on a knife edge all the time at work lately. It's not as if I've really got anything to moan about, although the level of customer stupidity and sales weasel laziness does seem to have risen sharply. Or maybe I usually ignore it. Either way, I'm coming home feeling like a chewed bit of string every night. My temper is so frayed, you could take the threads and knit a sweater out of them (Hi Thal!).

I came home earlier than I'd planned today just because I was feeling so frazzled I knew I was right on the verge of blowing up at a customer or a sales weasel and say things that would be far better left unsaid. So I scampered off as early as possible and at least I've now gained more time to relax before heading into London, where I will have to be fun and sociable.

*thunks head on desk*

I guess we all have weeks like this, you just have to clamp your jaw shut, repeat "others are worse off than you" and get on with it.

Hopefully, I will have a good time tonight and that'll help me unwind.

And yay! Day off tomorrow! Ooodles of Stargate and Morrowind goodness awaits *sighs happily in anticipation*