Okay...today's topic might be a little hard...but I will give it a try...
Circus day...I have not been to a circus in ages...I have fond memories of them...we would go as a family...a lot of fun.
I think the older I get, the definition of circus has changed...I often find myself sounding like my mother, i.e. "this house is like a three-ring-circus!!!" or circus can refer to the general craziness/weirdness that we may encounter.
Today's circus-like situation happened at work. I am just chalking it up to it being a kinda full moon out there. Usually brings in the crazies...it certainly did this evening. Long story short, I had a member yell at me for something I had no control over...seriously. I was strong during the "confrontation" (to which my manager said I handled the right way) while he was cursing me and calling me every name in the book.
Of course, I broke down after he left.
I have never cried in front of my co-workers or my boss.
I felt like a failure. That I let this guy win. He got the better of me.
I take pride in my job. I may not be brightest crayon in the box, and this may not be the most glamorous job in the world, but I do a good job at it. I am proud of the job that I do. Some days I may grumble, but I HAVE a job...some people out there don't. I have to take the good with the bad. Point is, I take the job I do seriously and I am good at it. When someone tries to take that away from me, I get mad, upset. I might have to talk to my therapist about taking things so personally, but I do feel that this was a personal attack on me.
Oh well. He called me a "little b*tch with an attitude"...hey, I have to look on the brightside...at least he did not call me fat!!!