Overthinking and the Drama

Man, tonight was something else. My wife, bless her heart, had a rough one at work today. Apparently, both of her coworkers are leaving – one's hanging up his hat for good, and the other's moving on to greener pastures. When she got home, it was like a dam broke. Lots of yelling, lots of tears, the whole nine yards.
The thing that got under my skin, though, was the "I'm going to end up working with a bunch of idiots!" comment. Seriously? I'm over here slinging pizzas with a crew that redefines the word "mismatched socks" on a daily basis, and I've been doing it for a decade! Ten years of explaining that, no, pepperoni doesn't magically appear on a veggie pizza. Ten years of deciphering order notes that look like they were written by a caffeinated squirrel. I deal with "idiots" every single shift, and you don't hear me losing it like that.
And to top it all off, she decided tonight was a good night to knock back a few. Now, normally, I wouldn't bat an eye, but she's on medication and steroids right now. Not exactly a cocktail made in heaven, you know? It just added a whole other layer of drama to the evening.
Honestly, she just needs to take a breath. She's spiraling, like she always does when things don't go exactly her way. She's convinced the new hires are going to be complete morons before she's even met them! I get it, change can be stressful, but she's gotta chill. She'll find out who her new colleagues are soon enough. Until then, all this stressing and, frankly, the drunken rant, isn't helping anyone. I just keep telling myself, "This too shall pass," while I try to tune out the mumbles coming from the living room. Wish me luck.