Ow.

For every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction. And for some reason, every time I have a good day at work, it is immediately followed by a completely shitty one which totally throws off my groove and leaves me feeling as though I’d have been less abused if they’d hung me from the ceiling by my wrists and beaten me.

Ugh.

Granted, there are people who worked harder than I did today and who had a worse time of it than I did. My heart goes out to them, really it does. Unfortunately their suffering doesn’t mean my day was any better. I’m tired, I hurt, and my best work friend and I spent most of the day bickering with each other. Eventually we patched things up but it was still annoying. I hate fighting with him, but there are some times when he just goes too far. Usually happens when he’s tired, or in pain, and he had both going on today. He may look immortal to the rest of the world, but I know better. I do wish he’d stop taking it out on me so much, though. Then again, my life has been full of moments when I’ve taken out my frustration, pain, or general crankiness out on the people closest to me, and haven’t really felt bad about it…so maybe I should shut my pie hole and go learn my lesson like a good girl. I think that’s partly why I find it so difficult to be mad at him, even when he does things that, by most people’s standards, mean I should never talk to him again. I understand why he’s doing what he’s doing, and when I understand something, it usually means I can’t feel mad about it. I just…don’t. Kind of weird, but then that’s something I’ve decided works for me.

Anyway. Work is over, I’m a day closer to my precious vacation, and I have tomorrow off to rest and recuperate. In theory. In practice, I’ve got a shitload of laundry and cooking to do, but at least the pile of dishes isn’t so bad. Yay, right? Heh.

On the bright side, today did teach me that I have a very high tolerance for pain, and when called for I can cling to an object (or person) with bulldog like tenacity. Go me!