February 28, 2014
Yup.

I have road rage. I get agitated by the stupidest shit. My wife enjoys tormenting me to no end just to see me get mad. I have high standards. Idiots set me off. I accept these things. Yet, I know to control these things in the workplace. I know to check my emotions and control them. There are appropriate times to argue and let emotions be known but most situations are stupid and should be left as that.

Do not tell me I don’t understand because the length of your marriage is greater than mine in a condescending manner.

Do not question my ability to judge things based on my age.

Do not undermine the integrity of a program because you want your numbers to mean more than the fucking results. An animal saved shouldn’t be trumped by a number irrelevant to that. Ever.

Do not freak out and ignore and bully and torment and act two faced to achieve a goal.

Do not make an enemy of me because of bad decisions and a lack of courage to come out and say what you want. Cowardice is a trait I look for and destroy. I am a clever and evil son of a bitch if I see that weakness and know it’s taken others down. I will not rest if I know it’s there.

Do not underestimate my ability to overcome anything to solve a problem and make you history.

Dumb bitch. I love my wife. I love my job. Don’t ruin it for me and don’t act high and mighty when all you do is hide in the corner and wait for weakness. I have weakness all over but I will not rest or bow to you. Because you are pathetic. Bring it. War is won by those willing to withstand the blows and bleed. You can’t do either without tears and needing attention.

End rant.