The number one (#1) thing you need to know about me if you cross my path on a semi-regular basis is that it really does not take much to piss me off. Kind of have a short fuse. I think that becomes pretty obvious after hanging out with me for about an hour, when I get irrationally angry at a bird or a mailbox and proceed to talk about it non-stop for the next 45 mins. I know this about myself. Most have come to accept it as an endearing personality quirk.
But others just don't get it.
Case in point: today I got kind of furious at a co-worker. Said individual has known me for about a year, so even if I hadn't ever gotten directly angry at them, they surely must have heard the rumours by now. So you would think they would know better than to imply that I am a liar. Oh yes, it happened. And this is the part where I go on a rampage, albeit a quiet-ish one. A serious rumble was about to go down. I was seriously ready to get all Jackie Chan vs. the Hovercraft on this person.
But I didn't. I calmed down and dealt with the situation the way any mature adult would. I proved I was right and will now giggle with glee knowing that I won. Hooray for maturity!
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