Sorry, I have no pictures to go with that title. Although I'm sure they would be funny as I would like very hard core in my red cardigan and black dress. I am wearing the boots. The boots are all that matter, right? So why am I having a hissy fit? Because, it's one of those days. Where I did not get enough sleep, even though I was in bed by ten, and I drove ten blocks without realizing how I got there. Safe, I know. And I have really chapped lips and I forgot my socks for spin class...and my water bottle! Come on! It's tempting to hide under my desk but I'll restrain myself for a moment.
Plus, why doesn't Mozilla recognize the word "hissy"? That's a word! I know it is. I use it regularly in sentences at dinner parties and to colleagues. Because you know I have a very sophisticated and mature vocabulary. I am a professional after all. It is so tempting to stomp my bad ass boots and grit my teeth but I'll restrain myself. I can hold it together. I can. Really. Breathe.
And I totally know I look silly when I get angry because I'm not a particularly intimidating person and I have this awful voice where I sound like a child sometimes. It's very quiet, a little throaty, and fluctuates from high to low. I'm sure you are all wondering, Why isn't this woman a singer? I ask myself that daily. I'm sure when I call clients they are wondering if they are talking to a child, as if I'm a child prodigy or something. Because we all know child prodigies become attorneys. No, no they don't, Andrea. They become scientists or Doogie Howser.
Now if you will excuse me, I will resume working with some sense of decorum and work on keeping my voice sounding completely normal.