Diva-ish behavior is so interesting to me.
I use this year's parade as a great example of how people can go from Diva to Doer in a heartbeat, when things get tough. At the beginning, it was like herding cats to get the entries though the door; then, the minute we had our crises, even the most skittish rodeo queen/horse entry or puffed-up band director managed to just get on with it. It was amazing to watch.
We're going through the same thing here right now. Most people have a little more time on their hands (although I haven't really felt the same), and the divas are peeking out. It would be amusing if it wasn't so damned annoying.
I find myself in the worst mood I've been in for ages, and my left eye is twitching like a Tourette's sufferer.
I need an attitude adjustment before my 1:30 meeting, and I think I'll take one.
- I feel:annoyed