You’ve got problems. Your girlfriend dumped you. Your little sister ran away from home. Your parents got a divorce. A family member died. You sliced your finger open. The kitchen ran out of your favorite kind of yogurt.
But you know what? Keep that to yourself, nobody cares. (Or whine about it on your stupid ass blog.)
Do not – UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES – cry in the production office.
There are jobs where crying is appropriate:
For the rest of us, you keep it under control or sneak away to the bathroom or quit your job, because if a teardrop falls onto your Dozar desk, then you’ve besmirched the industry that employs you.