So I've really been trying to make sure I don't let my emotions get the better of me lately, but these past few days at work have been so damn infuriating I just need a good emotional release...like punching a baby...in the face...with a screwdriver. Recognizing that I'm back in this emotional pattern, it would seem that Quota has taken a back seat to representing who I am, and Caen stepped in...or maybe Caen was all like "step aside, I'll handle this...*clears throat and cracks knuckles* RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!!!!"

Either way. Yeah...I'm angry. But I'm employed, so I can't complain. Still...grrrr.