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I’ll try to keep this vague, ’cause I’m talking about work, but…

Yesterday when I was on the desk there was a disturbance before the Security Guard arrived. So one of my co-workers went to deal with it and I went with her as back-up.

It turned out that all of the shouting and swearing was the result of a misunderstanding where are rules were concerned. The situation was diffused, and apologies were offered. (My co-worker is good at this stuff, thank goodness, as I am actually rubbish at confrontations.) But the situation left me thinking the following:

1) When I get angry I do stupid things. The way-taller-than-me angry guy seemed to be having the same problem.

2) I distinctly remember being in High School and coming to the sudden realization that people often don’t realize that they are bugging you. It’s best to discuss the situation with them *before* attacking. Often, the situation can be resolved in this way before you break a ring off of your finger trying to hit the person sitting behind you with their feet on the bottom rung of your chair. Not that I ever did that. No. Look! It’s the Goodyear Blimp!

3) I still have really bad nerves. After we were done I wanted to go curl up somewhere quiet for a few hours. Not that I could. I just wanted to.

Ugh.