By mornings end, I will be wishing for a minor earthquake to strike and distract today’s events. My days often consist of juggling the truly meaningful and sublimely absurd. The combination keeps me on my toes exasperated and proud of the days accomplishment.

However, if any other person in my life demonstrated the hot and cold distant manner a coworker has displayed with me, I would have cut them loose long ago. But the high standards, volatile moods and mildly abusive reprimands aren’t worth a furrow in your brow.

I have to keep telling myself that I am not being used as some sort of test case measuring patience and the ability to bite your own tongue.

I had voluntarily closed my eyes in the middle of my spiel as though I didn’t want to watch it unfold. If I only heard the words and blanked out their faces the punch wouldn’t hurt as much. I opened my eyes and saw his skin had turned a deep shade of purple and his foot was tapping the maroon carpet in rapid fire motion.

Oooh I should have kept my eyes closed.

“What the hell do you mean Grasshopper?”

That was agonizing, but necessary.