Work was great until the last hour, when all hell broke loose.  I got through it -- maybe; there are a couple of things that were asked of me to which I didn't quite know what to do, and I wanted to leave, and so I made a couple decisions.  And at the top of the hour I'm going to go in to work, and there's a decent possibility I'll be confronted with the two things I did and be told I did them wrong, and my mood right now is already defensive, and so I hate if I get confronted because I know I'll react in a way that won't be considered, uh, "professional."

As I say in my subheadline: Things are good ... until they're not.