Tantrum Controlled
I don't anger easily, but today I am pissed off with a capital P. Work has been simply awful, and my bosses are making my professional life a living hell. I count on being able to talk to my Master on my way home every day to help me blow off steam, but today, of all days, he didn't answer his phone. Now I am pulling into his driveway, and spoiling for a fight. I completely ignore the rug by the front door where I am to kneel when I get home, and wait for permission to enter Master's...