The workplace is starting to feel more like a classroom - and you'd think I'd be glad, what with my missing the school environment and all - if only the politics didn't come with it.
Hell hath no fury like a boss scorned over instructions that got fucked up in the relay.
And you'd think I'd have learned something from that by keeping my own anger in check.
I guess all I managed to do was shoot myself in the foot YET AGAIN.
Seems to be a recurring theme these days.
Maybe if I try hard enough, time might go in reverse and that moment would never have happened.
That's right, all I have to do is close my eyes real tight, vibrate a little and shout " YATA!" when I'm done.
Here's goes nothing.
.....
YATA!
Waitaminute.
I'm still here.
....
I guess there's nothing left but to say "I'm sorry". That selfish, insensitive bastard that texted you right then; that was me let off my leash.
And I'm sorry.