Hello. Anxiety and irritability nudged me to say something that was later called rude.
I had a short-deadline project dropped on me yesterday, and I was trying to get through it as quickly as possible. My colleague came in saying she had a question and I told her I needed to finish something time-sensitive. She said her question was time-sensitive too. Her question: Could I make it to a meeting that was nearly a week away?
I was so keyed up about my deadline and so annoyed that she thought this question was more urgent than mine that I said something to the effect of: "Here's what I am doing... was your question really more urgent than this?"
Somewhere between words and tone, I came across as rude (to this colleague and to a volunteer working in the same room).
I have been told about setting boundaries and saying what I need - in this case I needed to work uninterrupted on something time-sensitive. I tried to say that, and was rude. Later my colleague gently confronted me about it (gently), and as nice as she tried to be, I burst into tears.
I'm currently working a job-and-a-half because my closest colleague recently left and we're short staffed. I'm busy and tired practically every day. When I was told that I was rude, it felt like a punch (even though I probably WAS rude and even though my colleague confronted me gently). Fact is, I'm functioning at my limit, and a person who understood that might have given me a pass. Or maybe I can't expect passes.
Not sure. But I cried for a good 10 minutes and was upset for the rest of the day. Because this confrontation occurred in the morning, I had it on my mind for the rest of the day at work. During the confrontation I apologized to the colleague and said she was right that I was rude, but if she needs to discuss something like this again, perhaps we could do it at the end of the day.
To an outsider, this entire thing must look rather small. But it never left me, all day, and I cried again when I got home. Then I felt a greater than usual need to isolate.
I'm anxious without a doubt; never formally diagnosed as depressed, but I suspect I must have some degree of it -- or something else that leads to this variety of sensitivity. It seems highly inefficient and dysfunctional that one hard moment could color a whole day.