Going Postal

There is a great scene in the movie The Sandlot, where Squints says, "And every summer there she is... lotioning, oiling, oiling, lotioning. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" It's a great expression of the inner turmoil some of us feel sometimes, and what I feel on the daily. No, I'm not hankering for Wendy Peffercorn, but I recognize how feelings can build, and continue building, until you just want to explode.

I've been explode-ready for a while now. There are times when I have such a head of steam building up that my chest is tingling and my brain is boiling. Sometimes I am so frustrated and tense that I can feel the anxiety rising up my chest and into my throat, making it next to impossible to breathe. 

Today is one of those days. 

Many of you know that I work in a "cube farm." We are basically all in one room, separated by cloth-covered walls. Most days my associates are respectful of the close quarters and monitor their voices accordingly. I myself am sometimes a culprit - I can be very loud at times, and really have to concentrate on taking it down a notch. Today is not one of those days. Today I can hear EVERYTHING; personal conversations, business meetings, and the song Thunder by Imagine Dragons for the FIFTY-SEVENTH TIME on the loudspeakers. Oh great. Now it's Piano Man. 

What in God's name am I supposed to do right now, short of ripping some unsuspecting soul's head off of their shoulders? What can I do RIGHT NOW to get out of this environment and not run screaming to Dairy Queen?

EXERCISE. 

I'm headed to the gym right now. Peace out, my brothers and sisters. If you see me there, don't be afraid... maybe just approach with caution.