poor Al, the cutest girl in the world ™, happened to stop by while i was in mid-meltdown mode. and she’s so great that all she did was look at me with my teary eyes and say “do you want me to leave?”
“no,” i said.
“ok, what happened.”
and then i just spit fire all in her vicinity and she listened and understood and made me feel better. so that when i was really spewing the rage to my two other beloved coworkers i didn’t hardly cry at all, though my voice was still shaking.
then just as i was reaching the climax of my story.
the power went out.
i’m taking total credit for the power outtage, claiming my rage was so strong and so mighty that i blew the fuse.