The Day Job
I love to be yelled at. (I love to end sentences incorrectly.) Somedays it is ok, and it slides right off. Other days, it tends to get to me. I often wonder what factors in my mind, body, diet, etc will dictate how I will react to the various personalities I talk to each day. Did that burger I had @ lunchtime, force me to become more agitated by the stupidity on the other end of the line? Or was it the fact that I did not sleep as well last night? Could it possibly be the fact that traffic was moving much more slowly this morning? I treasure the days that come about, where no person, no matter how irritating or belligerent, can bring down my mood. Why can't every day be that kind of day?
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Last week at work I started crying because the cafeteria had a sign up for cream of chicken soup, but didn't have the soup. I was crying. And I was standing there saying "what the hell?"
I would blame hormones, but it switches day to day. I'm more and more convinced that what I eat and when affects how I react to stuff. It's ridiculous.
A few months ago i started keeping a journal that recorded my mood by the hour and what I ate. It was interesting, but of course, I gave up on it.
I just don't have any work ethic.
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