At my job people would ask you what was wrong and could they do anything to help. no, seriously.

I'd rather be ignored and muttered about behind my back.

You may want to add that to your list of ita-things-to-cherish.

I may.

I am not a fan of public crying in the office. I am also not a fan of public yelling or stomping around. Sometimes, it can't be helped (I broke down and bawled at my desk when my mom told me she had been diagnosed with breast cancer, for example), but I don't think it's a good thing for the workplace. I worked at an agency where screaming, door-slamming fights were had by the partners on a regular basis, and it was NOT productive.

The only time I've ever cried at work was the day I got laid off half an hour before I left for my vacation. I cried in the bathroom, came back, got my suitcase, and left the office forever. Pretty much the ideal office-crying situation, except for the getting laid off part.

I'm a sympathy crier. As in, if I get any, I will get worse before I get better. So just leave me the hell alone. I had to take a couple walks around the time officemate got laid off, but that's it. If I can make it not-immediate, I can shut it off. Back when our dog died when I was in high school, I was a gawdawful mess on the drive in to school, until about halfway there. Then I was fine until I was about halfway home that afternoon. Reverted to earlier state. Compartmentalize? Oh yeah.

From that Futon Critic article, is anyone here watching Criminal Minds? It's like the commercial The Inside.

I've been watching it (taping it while Lost is on) and enjoying it quite a bit. It is a bit like a more commercial The Inside, but not really. It's based on real FBI profiler cases, and Mandy Patinkin's lead character is modelled very directly on John Douglas, the guy who basically invented FBI profiling. Since it's less about the personal lives/mind games of the FBI team, it's less of a mass appeal The Inside than I was expecting.

I am not a fan of public crying in the office. I am also not a fan of public yelling or stomping around.

Sure, not as a matter of course. Crying at least you can hide, more or less.

I am making a valient effort to keep Rosemary Clooney singing in my head, and not That Ad, but it's difficult.

A few jobs back, it was so horrible that I ended up crying a few times, but I would have eaten my own liver before letting anyone who might report back to the evil little troll boss man see me cry, so I used to sit in my car after work and cry.

mmm liver.

If I were the boss, I'd have no issues with crying. Hysterics, yeah, there's a problem. But my eyes well up when I'm very pissed off and trying to keep cool. I think it's healthier than acid eating away my stomach and my blood pressure going through the roof.