Am I really that high strung?

Today was one of those days where I was torn between just facing the computer screen and get my work done with as little contact with my coworkers as possible, and watching said coworker(s) have their little psychotic episodes.

I could go on at great length about what happened today, but I don't feel like doing that much typing. However, here's one little ditty that was almost laughable:

I finish my second job of the day, mark my time on the job ticket, sit back in my chair and take a deep breath. The only thing missing from this picture of calm was scented candles and low-volume Kenny G in the background. I take a drink of my iced tea, and in the duration of that drink, I'm told, "I know! The phones and internet systems are down. Just don't freak out, okay? Calm down! You'll be able to surf the porn sites in a little while!"

To avoid a potential nine-dead-in-office-shooting situation (not by my hand), I just kept my mouth shut. However, I did check over my shoulder for an axe-carrying serial killer with an internet/phone addiction standing behind me.

The coast was clear, so I went back to work.