The Antonym of Angelic

It was a rough day at work. I was feeling overwhelmed, unappreciated, moody and was seriously considering a career change. Anyone who knows me, knows that when this mood strikes it splatters itself all over my sleeve for all to see. And the people that know me well at work, know that when they see this unpleasant stain of emotion they leave me well enough alone.

There is a girl I work with that has described me as "angelic". She is an amazing woman who I think the world of and for some reason she thinks that way of me too. She sits by me each shift and we normally chat about work and life and stuff. Today I was stewing in my own misery. Boggled down by the large list of TO DO's. She knows me. She left me alone. As she was leaving at the end of her shift she turned to me and said, "Laura, you really are angelic."

Today I certainly had an aura about me but I was not innocent, or good or virtuous. I was no where close to Angelic. I was the antonym of Angelic. "Wicked". But those few words were like a Tide Pen. They started to work their magic, rubbing off the big stain of emotion on my sleeve. It was a tough one to get out; full of frustration and moodiness and sadness; but those simple words faded that big stain of emotion throughout the night. In fact, if I look real close, I think it has actually disappeared.