Uh-peggio or Ah-peggio?

I sometimes think my life is divided, rather simply, into "uh" and "ah" moments. Uh, do you like me? Uh, do you want to hire me? Ah, you like me! Ah, you want to hire me! They're just a vowel apart, and yet these rudimentary interjections can mean a world of difference between them, and a world of difference, good or bad, to the person on the receiving end of doubt or delight. I for one, not only think my daily life rocks between "uh" and "ah" (I've suffered more "uh" lately), but my "uhs" and "ahs" seem to fashion themselves on something more musical, more dramatic. Operatic. My "uhs" and "ahs" don't come in shrink-wrap, they come big, crashing, swelling, small, cowering. Fortissimo! Forte! Pianissimo. Piano. Crescendo! Diminuendo. So, in other words - singing words, my day is spent in the manner of Maria Callas. Pride and disappointment all wrapped into a series of scales or arpeggios. I wake up with expectations. My expectations go something like this, on a progressive scale up the proverbial piano. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes" AH! Glory is in sight. Eternal sunshine. Then, rather suddenly, right before the curtain, and Act II, things come crashing down, expectations dashed, thunder, rain. "No, no, no, no, no!" UH! I am Madama Butterfly rising and falling one or more octaves a day, played top to bottom. This is a role I didn't sign up for. No bows, no applause, no roses. Just the same scales up and down, my voice is hoarse, my soul is hoarse. I just want "ah" for a while, no hesitation, no doubt, no pause, just "ah." Smooth and fast. And it would only be fitting to respond to an "ah" with an "ah." Smooth and fast.