It's not you, it's me

I'm feeling ... shit.

It's wet and gloomy and cold. I have no desire to be sociable today. None at all. I just want to growl at everyone.

I'm in a profession where I deal with people every day and yet, there are times when I absolutely hate dealing with them. Is that what you call ironic? I have to stand in front of group of people and be absolutely perky in half an hour.

I need a bottle of Coke.