What Now

*large intake of breath*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*throws shoes and other small objects and breaks windows as well as scaring the guy in the next office who closes his door in case I've finally snapped and brought a gun to work and plan on picking off my co-workers (luckily this isn't the case)*

*Another intake of breath*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*slams office door and rips things off of the walls and takes it all out on the roof and throws it over the side, narrowly missing a group of school children on a fieldtrip.*

*walks back inside, crawls under the desk and remains there in the fetal position for the remainder of the day*

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