I was really pissed off earlier at noon.
Last night I went to bed at about 12 o’clock, and woke up this morning at around 7:00. I was still a little tired, so I thought I might spend some time at noon to take a nap.
After the interesting morning class in a chronic psychiatric hospital, I came back to my destination. It was a meeting room, so sometimes there was a meeting at noon. I pressed my ears to the door and there was no sound. I peeped under the door and there was no trace of light. I thought I must be very lucky to own a meeting room all by myself and take a nap. I covered my coat on the table to insulate the coldness and landed my head comfortably at the center.
Half an hour passed, I finally lapsed into sleep and started to drool. The beige door squeaked open and two people dressing officially announced that they were going to have a meeting at 12:30. I collected all the drool and my belongings and strode to another meeting room. After I pulled the curtains together to block the sunlight, spread my coat on the table and put my dizzy head on it, the image of the two people shot though my half closed eyelids again. They told me they were going to change the meeting place here. Goblins of sleep were totally dispersed. The only thing left was the overwhelming anger. God!! Are you kidding me??
