I woke up in a good mood. I did. I went to lunch in a good mood.

Hell I wasn't in a terrible mood a while after my car got scratched up.

Then I started getting private messages about how my car deserved to be hit.

Then some of yall started invalidating my frustration. Yeah I started to get pissed off but I calmed down.

Then a patient visitor got all sorts of attitude with me while I explained to him the hospital rules that I was already bending for him and he told ME I had the attitude. I took a breath, told myself I control how this makes me feel. Told myself I'm not going to let such an enormous amount of assholes fuck me over....

Then the fucking doctor of the patient came down, explained to me how I'm doing my job wrong even though I am just doing it BY THE FUCKING BOOK, and proceeded to tell me I was being bitchy and my favorite condescending bitch saying "sweetie I've been doing this job a lot longer than you" which is completely irrelevant because YOU'RE A DOCTOR YOU'VE NEVER WORKED MY JOB AT ALL. EVER.

so fuck now I do have an attitude for sure. Every bridge has its snapping point, no matter how sturdy and reinforced.