it sucks... and for those of you that have not realized the gift of pms you won't 'get it'.
lately, and by 'lately', i mean the last year...i am a soldier and a explorer... where my own odd, angst-ridden emotions are concerned. having been a telecommuter for 7+ years, i could be as maladjusted and ill-conformed as i ever desired to be.... but that all changed last year when i moved back in to cubicle land.
i am a paranoid, self-proclaimed mind reader and diviner of souls. i know what i know.
that look, that phrase... don't bother.. I KNOW what you really meant by that
multiply that x 500 and you have me in my pms time
day to day is so f*****g hard in the office. when on day one through 35 the VP 'deb' thinks you are the absolute bomb... but from day 36 to 492 won't meet your gaze... life in the office gets kinda freaky
so, i have managed.. 19 days out of the month i am ironic, philosophical, generous, not too ambitious, happy, humble and hard to crumble
but there are those other days...like this one
'just have her reprocess it'...
after 6.5 minutes of explaining... 'what shemeantbydoingthiswayisbecause'
staring at the screen
counting onetwothreefourfiveeightseventwofivesixnineoneten blink blink blink
tears
'are you ok?' 'hmm ok' 'seriously, are you alright, jenny?' blinknodblinknodblinknod
flowflowflowsniffcoughflowsniffgasp
fuckitsucksbeingawoman