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Today we had a drama at work. One person yelling over many small things, and never calming down in between finding things to yell about.
It probably didn't help that I was pissing myself with laughter in the next room, nor that I closed the door when I needed to make a phone call.
But one reason I was laughing was that it was a tension ridden screaming fit - and I wasn't hiding. I had the urge, not to go off and be ill, but, like my SO, to poke mental buttons and see what happens... Unlike him, I restrained most of that urge.
Although when one person came and hid behind my desk, I told them funny stories about what my family is like in the morning until they were OK.
All names purged to protect the innocent and guilty alike - I just wanted to share with you all my non-confronted reaction. I'm proud of myself for not being scared out of my wits.
Mind you, I'm also happy today, because the remains of last night's pizza are staying down. It makes me wonder a little, though. Toast comes up, pizza stays down. Logically, it should be the other way around. I mean, the pizza has spicy things and cheese on it, and usually if I have a touchy tummy, those are two things that I have difficulty with.
Last night's pizza was yummy, though. I'd lost my menu for the local pizza place (the one that's open on Tuesday nights, not the really good one), so I ordered a vegetarian with pepperoni on it (like usual) and a barbecue chicken (which isn't actually on the menu, and until I absent-mindedly asked for a pizza with chicken on last night, I didn't know that they could make me one). They couldn't deliver, for reasons unknown, so when my SO got back from training, we took the car down and picked them up fresh from the oven (I timed the call well).
It probably didn't help that I was pissing myself with laughter in the next room, nor that I closed the door when I needed to make a phone call.
But one reason I was laughing was that it was a tension ridden screaming fit - and I wasn't hiding. I had the urge, not to go off and be ill, but, like my SO, to poke mental buttons and see what happens... Unlike him, I restrained most of that urge.
Although when one person came and hid behind my desk, I told them funny stories about what my family is like in the morning until they were OK.
All names purged to protect the innocent and guilty alike - I just wanted to share with you all my non-confronted reaction. I'm proud of myself for not being scared out of my wits.
Mind you, I'm also happy today, because the remains of last night's pizza are staying down. It makes me wonder a little, though. Toast comes up, pizza stays down. Logically, it should be the other way around. I mean, the pizza has spicy things and cheese on it, and usually if I have a touchy tummy, those are two things that I have difficulty with.
Last night's pizza was yummy, though. I'd lost my menu for the local pizza place (the one that's open on Tuesday nights, not the really good one), so I ordered a vegetarian with pepperoni on it (like usual) and a barbecue chicken (which isn't actually on the menu, and until I absent-mindedly asked for a pizza with chicken on last night, I didn't know that they could make me one). They couldn't deliver, for reasons unknown, so when my SO got back from training, we took the car down and picked them up fresh from the oven (I timed the call well).
