I Tried

I did. I tried to embrace the happy. I think I'm just entirely too strung out to be anything but irritated.
Seriously.
The last time I felt this edgy they medicated me. What's next? Straight jacket??

I almost started a fight today with a woman who stole my parking space. If Bean hadn't been in the car with me I would at least have screamed very bad words at her from my car. I was that angry.
I don't get angry like that. It's just not me.
I also came very close to taking the head off of someone in my group because she's being a big, unhelpful baby and we are too (fucking) close to the end of this project for people to start melting down now.
Last weekend at the Literary Feast I got so mad at all of the cross-talk during the discussion that I almost walked out.
And late last week I even initiated direct hostile engagement with the idiot step mother. (I KNOW!) She's not worth my time and she's too clueless to get it anyway.

I just sort of want everyone to shut (the fuck) up and get (the fuck) out of my way.
OK, not everyone... just the irritating ones.

That's not very social work-y.
Or, you know, social.

It seems so wrong that I am trying to find a job at the point in my life where I feel the LEAST able to effectively deal with structured social/professional situations.

Maybe it's the uncertainty that has me all twisted up... or the exhaustion of the last four years... or the anxiety of transitions...
(D. All of the above)

See? The practice tests are helping!!