and good thing too, i was at least mildly hungover for most of it. the worst part was my feet — did a lot of walking, much of it without shoes. eh — the ground felt really good under my toes at the time.
and you know, i try not to be ill-tempered, but my boss sometimes drives me right over the edge. worst thing: monday morning, nine-ish, i come hobbling in the door and he beams ‘another beautiful day in paradise’ for like the seven hundredth time. i’ve gone past eye-rolling and groaning and now my response is an outright snarl. next step: throwing things. it’s just a little thing, but it actually causes me to dread walking through the door. i know it shouldn’t drive me to thoughts of violently hurling my little rubber squeezy ball at him, but i’m afraid it might come to that.
am i overreacting?