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Crying at Work - The Kiss of Death?

All of you in the interwebs world that aren't familiar with me don't have the luxury of knowing that I am a pretty emotional girl.

Now, I am not a huge sap, but I do have this nasty character flaw that allows me to tear up when I'm feeling rather passionate about something. It can be connected to happiness, sadness, anxiety, and of course my favorite way, laughing.  

You see I think it's a little odd that I have this trait since I think others might define me as a bit of hard ass until you knew better.  I don't go tearing up over every Hallmark commercial, every cute thing my kids say, or every Deliah story on the radio around Christmas.  But it is what it is and last week, this trait of mine made me stabby.

The short-edited-because-I-love-my-job story is that I cried at work in front of my boss last week.  A lot.  Like 4 times.  Yeah, it was a no good very bad week. And sure he'd seen me cry over getting the call at school that my mom only had hours to live an…