The Need to SCREAM!

I'd like to lobby for a scream room in the workplace. A sacred room where we won't be judged for screaming and swearing about our frustrations, for unleashing our bottled-up negative energy, for letting it all out.

Today, I needed a scream room. The morning started on the wrong note. I can't go into details; it's work related. I will say that it almost elicited a "You gotta be kidding me" reaction. I held back.

The day didn't get progressively worse. It just didn't get progressively better.

Since I didn't have a scream room, I complained to my sister over the phone. Then I ate a bag of peanut M&M's, skipped working out (which would have been the equivalent of a scream room) and went home for the evening.