stay calm

I got sort of annoyed today by how a manager was talking to me and then hearing managers complain about how everyone is incompetent and does everything wrong. Personally I don’t think those two managers do their job that great so I don’t see how they feel superior enough to complain. They were talking about something and they’re like, “I don’t see how a “regular” employee could figure that out.” Like us “regular” employees are retarded or something. My IQ is probably higher than both of theirs and I’m only working at this job to help pay for my car and college. I hate being down-talked to because I learn everything very fast and have a great understanding of how their inventory system works. So, basically, on the outside I stayed calm, but on the inside I was highly annoyed.

Today there was only one thing that could have got my emotions going out of control.. but I think I handled it pretty well… I talked to the person it was regarding and I spoke pretty calmly about it.

I was moody today, and cried a little because I missed someone. But other than that pretty calm.

Today I had quite a few instances where people managed to get me pretty riled up. Need some more work on this one.

I think I got a little moody today but i did not yell, cry, or get in a major argument with anyone.

People said a couple things to me that offended me today but I didn’t lose my cool very much.

I think this is going to be one of the hardest things I will ever try to do. I freak out and get frustrated all the time because I forget what I was doing or I forget yesterday.

very calm at home with my kids, but noticing a dramatic change at work. I seem to react much more philosophically to events that would formerly have provoked me to some emotion. Not sure if I am yet behaving neutrally at those times, though…and I would like to show the calm and philosophical response to those I love most, of course.

that I haven’t lost my temper in a while because I did almost did so tonight. My son remembers how I “popped my cork” on Christmas eve, and reminds me of it; I assure him that after that night I realized I should take my responsibility to him more seriously.

Or as my son would say, “popped my cork.” It’s funny that when I told my therapist about it, she said, “Well, nobody’s perfect.” I had to laugh…I said, “isn’t [the angry episode I had] the kind of thing my kids might tell to THEIR therapists someday?” She just laughed in a noncommittal friendly way…I guess they are entitled to their therapy time, it would be pretty hard for me to be such a good parent they wouldn’t have any reasons to go! (and if I were that perfect, they would probably go because they felt inferior)