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Today, I was a complete and utter asshole at work.
I lost it--totally, entirely, lost it. Someone I work with while playing around, accidently smacked me in the face. They tossed a package of underwear at me and clipped me. Okay, it didn't hurt a lot but...she hit me in the face.
Smack. Loud.
That's something that just...makes me lose it, don't ask me why, she probably could have kicked me in the butt and I wouldn't have gotten half as angry. And I just didn't get angry--I got stupid. I got beyond mad, I got ignorant. I had to leave, told the girl I was leaving so I wouldn't drag her across the counter she was sitting at and kill her mother fucking ass. I called her a bitch and I left--I told everyone blocking my access to the exit to get the fuck out of my way and told my supervisor to shut up and leave me alone until I was cool again.
Damn
I hate loosing my shit completely--I don't mind being crabby, but I hate feeling like I need to kill someone or I won't be able to calm down. Errrffff...idiot girl. I came so *close!* And then it would have been on, I'm sure, and I don't fight, I'm too fucking old for that.
Eventually I calmed down and told her we were square and watch her ass in future, but man...*shakes head*
Guess I got some 'splaining to do tomorrow.
And just so you know, I don't give a shit about what I said to her, I'm just mad I showed out in the store. So much for that Mrs. Santa Claus image I was going for.
I lost it--totally, entirely, lost it. Someone I work with while playing around, accidently smacked me in the face. They tossed a package of underwear at me and clipped me. Okay, it didn't hurt a lot but...she hit me in the face.
Smack. Loud.
That's something that just...makes me lose it, don't ask me why, she probably could have kicked me in the butt and I wouldn't have gotten half as angry. And I just didn't get angry--I got stupid. I got beyond mad, I got ignorant. I had to leave, told the girl I was leaving so I wouldn't drag her across the counter she was sitting at and kill her mother fucking ass. I called her a bitch and I left--I told everyone blocking my access to the exit to get the fuck out of my way and told my supervisor to shut up and leave me alone until I was cool again.
Damn
I hate loosing my shit completely--I don't mind being crabby, but I hate feeling like I need to kill someone or I won't be able to calm down. Errrffff...idiot girl. I came so *close!* And then it would have been on, I'm sure, and I don't fight, I'm too fucking old for that.
Eventually I calmed down and told her we were square and watch her ass in future, but man...*shakes head*
Guess I got some 'splaining to do tomorrow.
And just so you know, I don't give a shit about what I said to her, I'm just mad I showed out in the store. So much for that Mrs. Santa Claus image I was going for.