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anger management maybe?

May 25, 2006

I have a right to my anger and I don’t want anybody telling me I shouldn’t be and that something’s wrong with me because I get angry.
                                                                                                          —Maxine Waters

But how long before it becomes an abusive form of self-exprssion?  How long before it would affect everything around you?  How long would it be before it kills you?

For me, anger is something I have integrated in my personality, something that distinguishes me from others because of the volatility of my temper.  Some like to see that anger, some don’t, some appreciate it (because at least they can see it) and some don’t.  It not only shows that you don’t take shit, but also you’re not going to let anyone trample you.

When it goes out of control and affects other things, like work, that’s a different issue.  I’ll be fired if this goes on.  So far I’m enjoying my job at the same time I am also feeling exhausted because of so many things we’re doing here.  We deal with second level support (dedicated or not), create reports, monitor things that needed to be monitored, cover other colleagues’s asses if needed.  Like what is happening right now. 

I lost it, as my boss said and that needed to be remedied or there’s nothing they can do for defense.

Or maybe I am just out of touch with what I used to do in my job.  Before, I was just dedicated to provide secondary support on the bay but now, I feel worse than a secretary.  Added responsibilities for a supervisor huh?  Think like a supervisor, as my boss said.  Maybe that’s my problem, I never think of my position as something supervisory because my thinking is more on the job description behind it instead of just merely a position. 

Or maybe I should just stop losing my head and keep my feet on the ground.  I don’t want to die a painful death especially if it’s my fault.
 

 

 

Posted by misanthropicrealist at 5:47 pm | permalink

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we all go thru that :) . i remember they used to call me the irate agent… but i am mindful of what im doing of course.. its just that we can only take so much.. i remember one time, i was already crying because i was so freakin angry with the guy that i was speaking with and i had to find an outlet for it while i was on the phone, otherwise, i probly wouldve burst already.. then bye bye my job. thank god fer that most essential mute button, i can curse em all to smithereens..

Posted by mushy at May 25, 2006, 8:17 pm

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