IN A WORD LOUD

My boss will be calling me in 2.5 minutes. He looks like if Wall Street and a Viking mated this would be their offspring. People mistake me for this sweet docile lamb. He and I get on the phone and it's like 2 Italian taxi drivers battling it out. We yell at each other. For no other reason than "because". It just happens. I'm the deflection board for all his stuff. People stand up in cubicles and stare...much like the way traffic slows when people pass an accident on the highway. Morbid curiosity. I fight to stand my ground and hold my own. People IM me...my laptop starts "dinging"...asking me to quiet down. 

Huh. You can't wrestle a dragon back into it's cave quietly. 

I'm just not sure I can go there today.