So guys, let's talk about PMS.
A lot of women get testy during Special Week. That's not really my MO. Sure, I get a little on edge but I can usually control that particular side of my mental state which is a pretty good thing. Otherwise you might see on the news "Dozens injured when woman attacks East High students with a two-by-four while shouting, 'Why don't they just LOOK before crossing the street? And why do they take so freakin' long to walk across two lanes? WHY?'"
No, that's not my problem. I get rather irrational during Special Week. "What?" you say. "But you're usually so rational all the time!" I know, I know. It can be quite a shock.
How am I irrational? So glad you asked . . .
Yesterday I heard my boss approaching my office door and for some reason (I can't remember now) I didn't want to talk to her SO . . . I hid under my desk until she walked away. I freakin' kid you not. Me, a grown woman in my skirt and heels, curled up in a ball under my desk to avoid talking to someone. Yeah, I did. Because it seemed like such a judicious thing to do at the time.
And for some reason I was irritated at all the school zones on my morning commute today and shouted, "Why do we even have school zones? Look, if these kids don't know any better than to avoid speeding vehicles, they're idiots and deserve to get hit by a car!" Yes, I said these things. About children.
Luckily, Irrational Kim sticks around for exactly two days so she'll be gone tomorrow. Today, though, she's here in full force which is why I'm sucking down Diet Dr Pepper like it's oxygen and rocking back and forth in my chair while my eyes dart around at every sound like those of a frightened feral child.
Yep, today's gonna be a great day.