Boiling Point
Yes, I am one of ‘those’ people who are easily irritated. It takes quite a lot to push me to the boiling point, or what I would like to refer to as the point of no return. I say that because it does take such an effort to irritate me to the point where I will just explode and who ever happens to be in the line of fire better ask for mercy.
I had one of those days today. Normally I let snide remarks slide off me; however for whatever reason today it just wasn’t going to happen. At least it started off to be a good day. This one person at work just hits that nerve on me, and being that I have been letting it slide now for a good month (since he started) for whatever reason he didn’t get off so easily today. He thinks he’s being funny when he says these snide remarks, and it’s not only me he does it too, but everyone. He started with me about an hour after I got to work, and progressed until shortly after ten this morning when I had finally had enough and blew up. It’s not like he wasn’t forewarned. I kept asking him to back off and be respectful of others around him. (I did so as nicely as I could muster.) He consistently ignores this advice.
Needless to say words were exchanged and while I tried to keep my voice down, a boss heard what was going on and intervened before I went back there and strangled the life out of him. I have worked at this job for six years, so anyone who has been there for any amount of time knows me to be a pretty even toned person, and only one other time have I gone off like that at work. I may leave the building mad as all get out, but I very rarely let things get to the point where I am yelling at someone.
This is the second time this week (and it’s only Tuesday!!!) that someone from work has had “words” with this kid yet he is still working there. It’s not like he can’t be replaced, heck I can do his job and mine and do both better than he does just his.
I was not reprimanded for this; I think my boss knew it was coming. She sent me on lunch and told me to cool off. I’m tired of being disrespected by a punk kid who thinks he knows everything.
The real kicker in all of this is that once I did cool down, I felt guilty. I realize I shouldn’t have let some kid get to me like that, I shouldn’t have confronted him in front of employees and customers (even though he was being disrespectful to them as well) and I should have handled it differently. I seriously doubt had I confronted him one on one about his behavior that it would have changed anything; however it may have stayed my temper a bit.
I can honestly say that there isn’t anyone I hate, even though in my case many would think that I should hate the person who gave me this disease. I don’t. Not anymore anyway. I would imagine that anyone in a similar position would feel some hatred for anyone who has hurt them or someone in their family. It isn’t productive, doesn’t accomplish anything, and pretty much just tears at you day in and day out. I will never say that I like what he did to me when he gave me this disease, but I have forgiven him because it is what Jesus would do.
I don’t hate this kid at work either, just wish he’d keep his mouth shut, or at least be a little bit more respectful to those who are around him. I guess it’s just something I am going to have to pray on a little more.
Tomorrow is “doctor day”. Yippee! Ok, so yes, I am being highly sarcastic. I don’t like needles, I don’t like the site of blood (rather ironic being that I’m a woman) and I don’t particularly enjoy sitting in the waiting room for an hour before getting shuffled into a mini waiting room for another hour anxiously awaiting the doctor to come in. (Two hours is only on a GOOD day.) Don’t get me wrong, I love my doctor to death. He’s a great guy! I just don’t like the stuff leading up to seeing him. Fortunately, I don’t think I’ll have to deal with the needles or blood tomorrow, unless something unforeseen has happened, or the doctor decides to run more tests. (Please don’t, please don’t, say it with me now!) I’ll let everyone know how things went. As TiGger would say…TTFN!
I had one of those days today. Normally I let snide remarks slide off me; however for whatever reason today it just wasn’t going to happen. At least it started off to be a good day. This one person at work just hits that nerve on me, and being that I have been letting it slide now for a good month (since he started) for whatever reason he didn’t get off so easily today. He thinks he’s being funny when he says these snide remarks, and it’s not only me he does it too, but everyone. He started with me about an hour after I got to work, and progressed until shortly after ten this morning when I had finally had enough and blew up. It’s not like he wasn’t forewarned. I kept asking him to back off and be respectful of others around him. (I did so as nicely as I could muster.) He consistently ignores this advice.
Needless to say words were exchanged and while I tried to keep my voice down, a boss heard what was going on and intervened before I went back there and strangled the life out of him. I have worked at this job for six years, so anyone who has been there for any amount of time knows me to be a pretty even toned person, and only one other time have I gone off like that at work. I may leave the building mad as all get out, but I very rarely let things get to the point where I am yelling at someone.
This is the second time this week (and it’s only Tuesday!!!) that someone from work has had “words” with this kid yet he is still working there. It’s not like he can’t be replaced, heck I can do his job and mine and do both better than he does just his.
I was not reprimanded for this; I think my boss knew it was coming. She sent me on lunch and told me to cool off. I’m tired of being disrespected by a punk kid who thinks he knows everything.
The real kicker in all of this is that once I did cool down, I felt guilty. I realize I shouldn’t have let some kid get to me like that, I shouldn’t have confronted him in front of employees and customers (even though he was being disrespectful to them as well) and I should have handled it differently. I seriously doubt had I confronted him one on one about his behavior that it would have changed anything; however it may have stayed my temper a bit.
I can honestly say that there isn’t anyone I hate, even though in my case many would think that I should hate the person who gave me this disease. I don’t. Not anymore anyway. I would imagine that anyone in a similar position would feel some hatred for anyone who has hurt them or someone in their family. It isn’t productive, doesn’t accomplish anything, and pretty much just tears at you day in and day out. I will never say that I like what he did to me when he gave me this disease, but I have forgiven him because it is what Jesus would do.
I don’t hate this kid at work either, just wish he’d keep his mouth shut, or at least be a little bit more respectful to those who are around him. I guess it’s just something I am going to have to pray on a little more.
Tomorrow is “doctor day”. Yippee! Ok, so yes, I am being highly sarcastic. I don’t like needles, I don’t like the site of blood (rather ironic being that I’m a woman) and I don’t particularly enjoy sitting in the waiting room for an hour before getting shuffled into a mini waiting room for another hour anxiously awaiting the doctor to come in. (Two hours is only on a GOOD day.) Don’t get me wrong, I love my doctor to death. He’s a great guy! I just don’t like the stuff leading up to seeing him. Fortunately, I don’t think I’ll have to deal with the needles or blood tomorrow, unless something unforeseen has happened, or the doctor decides to run more tests. (Please don’t, please don’t, say it with me now!) I’ll let everyone know how things went. As TiGger would say…TTFN!
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