I need to blow off this steam so I can resume a normal day. I will do so by picturing myself as something I was told I was. Mr. Homer Simpson politely stood in for me because the camera could not take my ugly mug this morning. He did however have a hard time getting the look on my face down properly, but that’s okay, at least he wasn’t a bully about it.
Laugh at yourself any chance you get, it’s good medicine.