I am spending my break falling a little in love with the super cranky IHSS worker who is 5 cubicles down from me. I can hear her yelling , “What is your plan, you think my plan is stupid?”. I totally understand the frustration of people calling on the last day of the month to be saved from not turning in information from the rest of the month.
On the other hand, I am fairly certain she is yelling at some little old person – and that makes me feel sad. But my sadness is nowhere near the level of my amusement because I totally get where she is coming from.
And now, so does the entire office.