It's the first time I've been that mad while sitting at my desk in the year I've been there. Mostly there's just the occasional mutter about gun control, and even that's rare.
Strictly speaking, my job has a lower rate of "I'm so mad I wanna puke" than college did, so I guess that's a plus.
I remember now.
What I hated the most was the total flippancy I overheard. I spoke up as best I could but choked. If I had more research and mental preparation I might have done a better job of it. Or maybe I'm just too chickenshit at heart for that kind of thing.
Hearing it treated like a fucking joke made me want to flip some tables and watch this whole disgusting mess burn to the ground.
I have decided to handle the issue by ensuring that my colleagues who say such things become to busy to have time to prattle at me.
This kind of coping strategy makes a LOT more sense to me now than it would have two weeks ago. I will have to meditate on this.