Field trip was great, even in the rain, and despite that I managed to send boss lady into a petty tizzy a half an hour into the workday ("It was on the calendar" is her huffy reply to anything we may forget about) and starting stabbing her keyboard. That's . . . incredibly immature. I'm sorry that I forgot that you instructed me to leave a building deliberately unsecured all weekend because you couldn't be bothered to give the Eagle Scout a key to our barn, at 11:30 at night after a harrowing day dealing with drunk people.
ED was walking up with me to the offices first thing, asking how I was doing with all the raw emotions flying around, and how he'd have to "do something about it". Beyond sending boss lady to anger management or therapy or firing her, I don't know what (and neither does he, I suspect).
We were about twenty minutes back to work when boss lady managed to piss me off, but that might have had to do with not having had a cigarette since 7:30 a.m. and not having any alone time to recharge my anti-social batteries all day long.