Fucking irritated at what’s going on at work. Don’t even fucking talk to me.
It is amazing how I can compartmentalize. No wonder I lose track of my feelings sometimes. On one hand I can be completely professional, smile and work and cooperate. On another level, I’m seething. No one can tell. I barely notice it myself. Until I’m alone and my mind goes to it and up comes disgust. But who am I really disgust with? Not them. I’m disgusted with myself for even noticing.
From a professional standpoint, this is going nowhere good.