who are you gonna call?

When it's that time of the year (work-wise November usually) and you are in an UGH mood, the one victim who comes to mind is the poor sod who agreed to be with you for better or worse, in richer or poorer and in sickness and in health.
These days, k is learning the other side of loving me.
The side which has me walking in at 11pm from school, blasting the systems of justice for the policies being followed at that particular place of work, or an emotional tirade about my students who are a great batch and why should the "real world" judge them anyways? He's gotten used to me working till 3 am these days, while he unsuccessfully waits up for me, blasting those bleeping aliens on his playstation.

He's learning the best way to keep me happy is to just listen to me rant and rave and express my vehement opinions and burn myself out. After that I can actually be a pleasure to live with :)