It’s not just me, right?

Today I am tired. The women’s bathroom in my office has two stalls and there are only two women in the office. I use the larger “handicapped” stall because the first time we (that’s the two of us females, not the royal we…or the royal wee, as the case may be…heh) found ourselves in the rest room at the same time, we each picked a stall and…well…there was no looking back. But today I just want to drag a big ol’ dog bed in the big stall and curl up and sleep. And then I think “Ewwwww…bathroom!” but then again “Hmmm…I’m the only one who uses this stall so how bad can it really be?” but no. Not today.

But it’s not just me, is it? Everyone seems tired and overwhelmed lately. I can’t possibly be the only one. Just as I can’t possibly be the only one who, when shopping in a china store, has the desire to push over all the display cases to hear the noise. I can’t be the only one tempted to crash into that car with the anti-adoption bumper sticker. I can’t be the only one who wants to look into that basket of the woman in front of me in the express check out line and when I discover there are more than twelve items, smash the dozen eggs she has there on the floor and say “OK, now you can go…” It’s not just me, is it?

And, I am not the kind of person who has a really nasty temper. Oh, people think I do and I certainly won’t deny that there are several filing cabinets, a few vending machines and the shins of at least three people that bear my boot prints. But in general, not an angry person. If you think you’ve seen the bad mood…well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

And by the way. The vending machine totally deserved it. And it wasn’t exactly a flying roundhouse but rumor has it that it was a damn cool kick. That ought to teach it for not giving me my M&M’s. And hey coffee machine…you’ve seen what I can do…don’t get any funny ideas!