'Tis the Season: PMS

I've discovered something worse than dealing with Christmas stress: having PMS and dealing with Christmas stress. I ran up to the mall for part of my lunch break, thinking I'd get my nails done real quick since I have no other time this week, having too much to do and not enough time. When I walked into the salon, I was in luck! (Rather, I thought I was in luck.) There was no one there! I could get right in! One of the girls told me to have a seat for 10 minutes or so - they were just finishing lunch. Okay, that would set me back a few minutes - but no problem. I was first in line if anyone else came in. Right?
WRONG.
They kept me sitting there for 10-15 minutes waiting. Finally, they came out and sat me at one of the nail stations. Another lady came in - apparently they had told her to come back, which she did - so she was there before me, no problem - there were two nail techs, one for me and one for her. Pretty soon a second lady comes panting in, saying she had called and made an appointment that she was a few minutes late for. The two nail techs jabbered to each other for a minute (they speak Mandarin or some other form of Chinese), and one of them came over to me and asked if I could come back later, because they had forgotten to write the second lady's appointment down in their book. Now, at this point, it shouldn't be a big deal. It's a vain waste of time to have nails done, right? And so what if I had to go back later? Well, apparently it mattered to me a lot, because I stood up in a huff, told the girl who asked me to come back later a firm "NO. I don't have any other time." I got my coat on in a huff, amid the weak apologies from the nail techs, and freaked the second lady out in the process - she looked at me apologetically and said "Sorry." It wasn't her fault. And it wasn't the first lady's fault, either - they both had made appointments early. But I stormed out of that place, furious that they made me wait all that time for nothing, determined to never go back, and I was on the verge of tears.
TEARS.
I almost cried just because they asked me to come back later. How unreasonable is that? I asked myself why I would react like that and then realized what week it is. The week before Christmas and PMS time. So I stopped at the Mrs. Fields cookie place and got myself 6 little nibblers, and ate them ALL. Right after I'd participated in the office Christmas Potluck party and ate tons of salads and desserts, I got cookies to make myself feel better.
Wow. Stress + PMS= Possible Homicide / Increased Sugar Intake
On the upside (because there IS an upside, isn't there?), people at work are really generous with their gift giving! Thanks everyone!
Happy friggin' Holidays.