My thoughts are not all my own this night.

It has been a long night, and a longer day. I spent most of my time after work in the company of good friends. We talked of small things, and laughed at smaller jokes.

I have spent too much time reading "The Wise Man's Fear" by Patric Rothfuss. I have been calling small talk "talking of small things" for weeks in my head. Anyway, tonight has been a good night. I've spent some time "soulsearching (more pondering my choices in life than anything else). I can't believe how excited I am for Friday evening. We're only half way done with the week, and already I'm looking forward to the weekend. That doesn't usually happen on account of my working on the weekends too but still.

Today, for a reason unbeknownst to me, one of my co-workers called me a jerk. I don't know what was on their mind for it but still.

As a rule, I try to be a jovial person at work. It's one of the things I pride myself on. If nothing else, I can be happy and positive when others cannot. All that and a bag of Lay’s aside, my co-worker said she didn't have time for my being a jerk. I don't get it. My current theory is that they were just having a hard time and took their anger out on me but still. Not cool, friend. Not cool.

That being said, it's never fun being on the short end of the stick. I take peoples ire daily, and I don't think I need to take the same from co-workers. Ignoring customers, I feel I get enough guff from the people I have to cater to, Not even to mention that the people I work with should at least sympathize with the struggle.