I Think I was On My Period

Top tip:

Shouting at your director in front of the whole office while you are shaking with rage may make you feel better in the short term but the long term effects should be considered first.

Also, "CUNT" is probably one of the best words to shout out loud. Talk about cathartic

EDIT: The journey home threw up more entertainment. I managed to hold it together on the tube but it all kicked off as soon as I got on the train. Within 20 seconds of being on the train I had asked one guy, who was staring at me, what the fuck he was looking at, he didn't answer. Directly after that an ageing lady asked me to turn my mp3 player down and being the insufferable cunt that I am I turned it up. Then I fell asleep for the 30 minute journey home. Thinking that was the end of my moody shenanigans I surprised even myself by being overly sarcastic with a young Polish couple who were standing in front of the exit doors when I wanted to get off the bus. I felt bad for both of them as I stepped off, she in particular looked rather distressed. Meh, shit happens. As I walked to my place, I was ruminating on the slender grip I have on my temper and talking myself out of an explosion. I opened my door to find a little slip from the fucking useless package delivery company who I am convinced have been set up with the sole purpose of fucking my life up. I'm not going into it but we have exchanged heated words recently so when I saw another slip saying "we called and you were out!" I fucking screamed with frustration although that swiftly changed to elation as I read it and noticed it said they had left it with my neighbour. I went to grab the package and was very happy to see that someone had sent me some "Mega Sour Acid Drops" for my birthday. My mouth is is a sorry state of puckeredness and it feels great.

Man, I'm shit scared to pick the phone up if it rings in case I call all out jihad on whoever it is...