Why Don't I Rain on Your Parade?

May I vent?

Anyone who knows me knows that I've been working on our company's new Website for months. This thing is a beast. We've changed the site map a gazillion times. We've edited and reviewed and re-edited the content ad nauseum. People have been fired over this damn thing.

So I called my mother to tell her the good news. Below is a transcript of the conversation:

Me: "My website goes live tomorrow!" squeal "It's done! Yee Haw!"
Mom: "Gee, honey, that's great. Did your father call you?"
Me: "Dad? No. Why?"
Mom: "Oh, I didn't think he would call you. He's just a wreck because this project he's been working on isn't turning out right and he's worried they're going to fire him and close down his division."
Me: "oh." voice noticeably sadder
Mom: "Glad to hear about the website though!"

Maybe this would upset me less if I hadn't been up all night worrying about my new website. But, alas, I was Up All Night Worrying About My New Website. So, hearing about my father's impending unemployment wasn't exactly the way I wanted to celebrate.

So, yea, thanks mom.