I’m Mad as Hell…and I Guess I Have to Take it

Something happened at work. I don’t think anyone noticed how upset I was, with the possible exception of The Kid. I hid my unhappiness pretty well. Instead of emoting out loud, I took out my aggression on the boxes: “I’m fine,” I said, slamming down a box. “Why do you ask?”

What’s got my dander up?

Yeah, no. I don’t wanna talk about it.

Sorry.

I’m just going to try really hard not think about it, right now, and try even harder not to eat my feelings. Because that’s what I want to do.

I’m not hungry, though. I already had three cookies and pastry crisps. 17 points. I don’t need anything else. What, even, tops cookies, anyway?

Ice cream.

Mmmmm, Lickee’s.

No no no! Must resist.

Anyway, that’s kind of it.

Not much I can say.

Disappointment. It’s a part of life.