Then I went to work for a while and within a few minutes found myself quite literally yelling at all of the following:
- Microsoft Word (no huge surprise there).
- My teacup (it spilled very hot liquid on me).
- My socks (they were twisty).
The weird thing is there wasn’t really anything wrong with the class. I was irritated that the instructor used the word “cheating” about 80 times—sitting down is “cheating,” taking more resistance off than instructed is “cheating,” and so on, plus she told us again that it was okay if we “hated” her—but overall I thought I enjoyed it more than last week.
Yet…I am undeniably grumpy. Maybe I’ll try one more time next week, just for the sake of science.