One of the hardest parts of having my threshold for frustration diminished during PMS, is that sometimes I (portuguese native speaker) need to explain in english to my coworker (chinese native speaker) something… And I get Babel-Towered so hard in the ass, it makes me wanna cry in the elliptical at the gym!
(Why am I crying and working at the elliptical? Because there’s 11h of difference between us! I take the time I can get to solve problems)

















