Did you ever have one of those days? You know where you get trapped in the elevator at work…twice. Apparently, if I’m in the building after hours, I need Mr. Wizard and his science-y knowledge to come save me from the stupid air pressure that effects the elevators when they shut off the HVAC for the night.
I’m not sure why, but I’m stressed out. Maybe it’s because I was at work for 11 hours. Maybe the hormones are finally catching up with me. Maybe it’s because I’m a nutbar who likes to be miserable. Maybe I’m just lonely and missing someone. That’s an odd feeling for me. I can’t recall missing anyone this much who wasn’t family.
Actually, I don’t think I’ve missed family this much. I’m used to being sad because I felt like I would be single forever, there was no hope and no one would ever want to be with me. My brain keeps trying to put these stupid thoughts back in my head. I’m trying to ignore them.
Am I one of those awful people who is constantly in a bad mood or easily gets pissed off? Crap. I probably am. I try to be pleasant and nice to people, but sometimes I just get annoyed. Like when they park RIGHT next to me in the parking lot when there are easily 10 other free spaces. Why must you park right next to me, stranger danger?
Or when someone is all cheery and bright at 7 am and wants to make small talk. It’s ungodly. I need a sign or a t-shirt that says, please don’t speak to me before 7 am unless it’s an emergency otherwise you’ll get the stink eye. That’s kind of alot of text for a shirt. No one would read it anyway.