Suburban Goddess

I admit I get wound up over some pretty dumb stuff sometimes. Later, after I’ve calmed down, I realize that I’ve overreacted and, quite often, said something when I should have kept my big mouth shut. Then I have to do damage control, which is usually embarassing & always humbling. I realize if I don’t get this under control at work, I will never advance to the next stage of the game. I KNOW this.

But I can’t seem to DO IT.

My redneckness will not allow me to pause. It scratches at my insides like a cat in water. Anger management is an oxymoron to me; it just doesn’t make sense. The pure hypocrisy in the office drives me to the liquor cabinet at 5:00pm. I know that my happy place should not contain tequila. At least, not every day. (I kid, I don’t drink every day, but that doesn’t mean I don’t WANT to.)

I wish I could find the “anger-over-stupid-crap” gene and have it removed. I’d have it replaced with the “quick-and-fiery-wit” gene. That way, when I opened my big mouth, at least it would be funny.

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