You know those days where something really stupid happens, and you lose your temper because of how lame it is, and you stick up for yourself because you're tired of being spoken to like you're an idiot, so you ask for more respect and then you GET it, and you're so worked up and stunned that they conceded the point that you can barely keep it together until they're gone (after. giving. you. a. hug.) and then you burst into tears at your desk just in time for your boss to come out and ask if you're ok and you suddenly look like a ridiculous hormonal pregnant woman, and you know exactly how it looks because you're 9 months pregnant, which makes you cry more, because the truth is that hormones have nothing to do with it, and sticking up for yourself has been a long time coming and you're only sorry that you waited til you have 3 weeks left to do it?
I hate those days.