My work day, especially during this CoVid-19 crap, consists of both doing my job AND chasing away idiots that don’t read our door signs. I have to leave my business’ doors unlocked so employees can go in and out rapidly during the day, and every single day I have to literally tell people off for coming INTO the building. Do they not see the signs?! Curb-side only, you stupid fucks! So I get home in worse moods some days than others because of people’s endless capacity for stupidity and my wanting to keep my employees safe. And I am a grumbly bear sometimes.
My wife sees this after I get out of the shower after one busy, busy friday, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” she asks in a small voice.
My fuse is about as long as a Catholic priest’s dick so I snap, “Nothing I wouldn’t regret as soon as it’s over, honey!” and go to brush my hair and grumble-growl at myself in the mirror. I need time to unwind, breathe, decompress, groom, and eat sometimes. I don’t like to be around anybody while I do this. Self-care is very important. But that day she was adamant.