Grumpy

Work has made me grumpy. Working at a bank has made me grumpy. So grumpy I can't even write about my guitar lesson.

There's this guy at work who looks at me like I'm stupid. And when I ask questions, he either sighs or rolls his eyes first. He's mean. He makes me feel bad. The hard part is, I don't dislike him.

I wish I could. Then it wouldn't matter what he thought of me.