I didn't have a very good day at work today. In fact, I think I cried. No, I mean, I know I cried. In front of my boss. Luckily, my boss is a woman too, so she immediately took on a mother role, said all of the right things to make me feel better, and effectively turned the conversation towards a subject that makes both of us happy: writing.
In the end, I felt better. But I also felt icky: for doing such a sappy, womanly, hormonal thing. I try not to make crying at work a habit. And truth be told, I would never dream of crying in front of my male colleagues. So why did I feel okay doing it in this circumstance? I'm not sure, but all night I've been doing another stereotypical female thing: I'm beating myself up about it. And I'm obsessing. Yikes.
It wasn't all bad. We had an EatingWell company picnic this afternoon at the Kingsland Bay State Park in Ferrisburgh. What a beautiful bit of earth hiding down there! While we heard tornado warnings on the radio and instructions to take cover in the basement, the sun shone down and a fresh summer breeze swept in off the lake. There was horseshoes and croquet and bocce. Even some juggling! And composting toilets.
I hope tomorrow's better. Now I can't even remember why I was so upset. Classic.
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Work makes me cry sometimes, too. I used to joke about it with my editor Ruth, who made me cry on more than one occasion. She was a really good editor.
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