Yeah, so, I’m a violent person.
OK, not really, but friends and I have been making a lot of jokes that I’m pregnant, angry and violent.
Last week, my office buddy Paul broke his glasses. Since then he has been walking around with tape on his glasses. Finally, yesterday our boss noticed.
Boss: “Sonia, why did you punch Paul in the face?”
Me: “Why wouldn’t I punch him in the face? Look at him.”
Totally appropriate thing to say to your boss, right?
Today, someone smashed one of our office windows. It’s cracked, and it’s crackling, and it’s going to fall apart any second. Of course, I immediately ran out there and snapped a photo.
I tweeted it, and I sent it to David. He responded, “Why did you do that?”
Me: Because I’m so angry!
Actually, I think I’ve been pretty OK mood wise. I’m not out-of-control, raging at people.
Sure, someone in the office suggested I was acting grouchy toward him because of the pregnancy, but I let him know that I was acting grouchy toward him because he was incompetent and it’s frustrating.
In other words, I haven’t been bitchier than usual.