Clamming Up and Calming Down

I'm on a constant quest to calm down. That's just a fact. Another fact is that I HAVE calmed down, significantly, in fact, over the past couple of years. I still get worked up, and I still run around like a crazy chicken when things start get a little bit stressful. Overall, though, I feel ready to move onto the next project.

and that would be Clamming Up.

I talk smack about my co-workers. I could justify it to you all 100 different kinds of ways, but I'll limit it to one: Some people exhaust me, and their various antics require that I vent a little bit. Luckily (or unluckily), several other co-workers agree that the venting sessions are sometimes necessary.

Today, however, I called a halt. On Tuesday, three of us were standing in a huddle, sharing horror stories about "Dwight Schrute" (that's really the only name I can use to describe this person, because this co-worker really does belong on The Office). Over the next couple of nights, as I fell asleep, I was riddled with guilt. Three of us. Standing in public. Complaining about a co-worker. That's just not right.

And so, it's over. We're going to work as a team to not smack talk against each other and try our hardest to avoid what one co-worker faced with a previous employer: group therapy.