Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then – then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
Yep. I had my angry pants on today. And in case you are wondering they are RED
I won’t go into the details as it’s work related but I can talk about how it makes me feel.
I am a weeper… when I get angry I get frustrated and when I get frustrated I get overwhelmed and then I cry.
I fucking hate it. It’s embarrasing crying in front of your work colleagues. I also worry that it makes me seem like a weak, emotional person.
I don’t want to be like this, how can I learn how to control it? Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t happen every day or anything, but it does happen. I worry that I am the only person that has this problem.
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man cry at work.
This is a tricky one. I don’t think I have seen a guy cry at work either, but it’s not because we don’t feel frustrated or overwhelmed.
What happens to me? I get angry, and I work very badly when I’m angry. I just get this urge to not be there and to not give anything to the person or thing that is making me angry.
Fortunately I haven’t been in too many situations where this has happened, and if it ever does, I try to find a new job as fast as I can.
The other thing I do once I calm down is to make myself better than the person that is making me feel that. I strive to prove myself and show that I can handle whatever is thrown at me.
Then I get the fuck outta there.
I think that in general, guys deal with pressure a lot differently to women, and perhaps not better. Maybe guys should have a bit of a cry to relieve their stress, but honestly I don’t think I have seen many guys cry in public. We just don’t do it.
I would LOVE to know – when I know I have something important to talk about I totally freak – I go bright red, I sweat, my voice wavers, then I cry and I can’t process what they’re saying and what my point was… that’s why I find it so much easier to do the hard stuff by email
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Lady, I am the same way. Anger turns into frustration and my frustration equals bucketfuls of tears. Thankfully I have not had this happen at work (yet), but it has happened many a time in front of Chris. Horrid.
I get nervous and cry. And I HATE it at work, because all of a sudden, you’re just the ‘cryer’. And that’s just EMBARRASSING.
Hugs to you – I hope whoever made you angry has bad karma.
In the wonderful world of adland you would be in the toilet crying with the rest of us. In ad agencies we cry ALOT. My personal point of refuge has always been the loo. Lock yourself in and just blub away. You will hear about half the office in there with you. I saw a male boss cry once, his football team lost the grand final
Crying is better than going postal, I guess.
I remember one particularly embarrassing moment I had in TV-land where the big boss network executive stuck his head in the office and asked me if I wanted a coffee. After answering him he then inquired about how things were working out with me and the ‘writing gig’.
“Treating you alright?”
“John, the only reason I write is so I don’t kill myself.”
Fucker exited the scene without ever returning with the coffee.
Mate!!!
I am exactly the same.
Get angry, get frustrated, get weepy. It is the body’s way of letting the stress out.
Nothing like a good cry.
I cry heaps.
I’m not a woos.
I just cry heaps.
Boo fucken hoo.
If anyone has a problem with me crying I’ll kick them in the shins and make them cry.
I’m the same! I get frustrated, then overwhelmed, then MAD at myself because I’m overwhelmed, and then I just give in and cry.
If I had a dollar for every time I hid in a bathroom and cried, I’d have made more dollars than I actually earned by being on the payroll.
I don’t know how you fix it. I’m still like that, just instead of it being a bathroom, it’s a car.
I don’t think I’ve ever cried at work. Probably because I’m quite uptight sometimes and flaking out is a loss of control I find hard to recover from. Which is completely daft.
Instead I just get quite quietly moody and behave inappropriately – everyone will know if I’m cheesed off. A tense cloud of atmospheric malevolence develops around my desk while I dwell on my hatred and problems – which is far worse and much more damaging in the long run for everyone else. I would love to be a bigger person and just get over whatever it is, but I’m not. And shan’t.
Everyone gets upset. And there is nothing wrong with showing it. I suppose it shows that we care about stuff, innit.
This post = why I love you.