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[featherynscale]

My strategy for dealing with difficult people or irritating situations is to always have a cup of water on hand. The few seconds of sip time allows me to formulate what I'm going to say, as opposed to what I might *want* to say. Also, this gives me ample excuse to walk back and forth to the water cooler and/or the restroom during the day. Liquid in, liquid out. As a measure of what kind of day yesterday was, I went to the bathroom 6 times between 9 a.m. and 6 p.m.

Today, though, could well be better. After all, it's payroll time, and none of the staff tried to take more vacation time than they were entitled to. This is the first time this has happened since I've worked here. Either people are becoming more attuned to the system, or all the really clever staff go on vacation at the same time.

Speaking of vacation, jackbabalon23 informs us today that there are only 16 days left until DragonCon. There are costumes to be finished, finances to be checked, grids to be examined (hell, has anybody even seen a grid? I don't know), assignations to be arranged, booze to be begged, traded, or bought, buttons to be made, and so on. By my estimation, there are approximately eleventy billion things left to do. Of course, if they don't all get done, that's okay too. Because, you know, this is Fun we're talking about.

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I can sympathize.

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My non-verbal cue that I am Really Starting to Get Ticked is that when I speak, I open my mouth as little as is physically possible. The reasoning is the same. We're going to keep the sound in, or else there will be an Event.

I have, I will admit, a terrible temper. I am descended from a long line of people who have terrible tempers. We are not quiet angry people who write letters of gentle rebuke to the mayor and the editor of the local paper. We are demonstrative angry people who rip things off the wall and throw them through windows. My mother, I kid you not, once made a solid attempt to pull a phone booth down from its place, where it was bolted with thick steel into a brick wall, because her hair was not the color she wanted it to be and she couldn't get her stylist on the phone.

Coming from that sort of world, I have tried to a)manage my temper better and b)develop small tricks so that other people don't see the temper happening. I have only just, in the last two years or so, graduated to the stage at which I can walk out rather than doing injury to myself, others, or innocent and inanimate bystanders. I'm not all that strong, really, but when you have a steel file drawer in your hands, for example, you don't have to be all that strong.