Highly strung. That's what my sis likes to call me when I get irritated about stuff. Lately (these past three days or so) I've been exactly that.
About a few minutes ago my boss said something that is not supposed to affect me much - just reminding me about something that I forgot to do. You know what, all these while I never forgot to do this one little thing, but yesterday I did for the first time, and today he's making a bit of fuss about it.
He said it's something that many of us forgot to do, so he's just remindin'. I wanted to scream back: Hey wuss, I've been doing it everytime except yesterday so gimme a break!
But the moment I thought of a nicer way to say that, the next thought that entered my bloody fuzzy brain was: It's just not worth it.
So I said thanks for remindin' boss, I'll be sure not to forget it next time.
Then it occured to me that, hey, I managed to stop myself from creating a scene over nothing. I know well enough already that it is not worth my saliva to do such thing. I know well enough that had I screamed the "Hey wuss..." line, it would have gotten me a longer time in the boss' cubic.
I, the self-appoint immbecile, had thought twice.
I guess you know you've grown up if you think twice before you do anything. Judging from how fast my thinking twice took up, I'd say I must have been doing it for some time already - it's like riding a bicycle, once you know how to do it, you'll only do it faster...
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