...that I could enjoy being an asshole. That I could be obnoxious, insulting, difficult, cutting, brutal, and mean.
But no. I wouldn't enjoy it, and it'd just result in either bothering or confusing people (which I'm good at doing), and I'd look like Binkley from Bloom County having a snit. No one would be trembling in their boots. It'd be a pointless exercise. Like, it seemed, me doing anything today other than sleeping.
Today sucked. For no huge reason, certainly no tragic reason, nothing awful has happened, but I started the day tired and had almost no patience. CONGRATULATIONS, MEMBER OF CUSTOMER SERVICE: you get to REIN ALL THAT IN, and deal today with (more than I think should be my fair share of) clueless people who, aggressively, did not get the point.
I had to talk down a customer who kept interrupting me about ev,ery,thing. I actually said "Sir, I am trying to explain. You are not letting me." It was the sharpest I've spoken to a person while at work in ages. He actually apologized, and let me explain. The call was done in about a minute and a half after that. He could move on with his life knowing more. Thank everything. SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET ME DO MY JOB AND LET ME EXPLAIN SHIT. (That call wound up, end to end, more than 15 minutes long. It could've been done in two had he let me. Operative words, yo.)
I'm usually far more patient than I was today. Today was a low-ebb, low-on-cope day. I'll be to bed VERY soon, because I need to get rest. The most sure solution.
I'll try not to be an asshole tomorrow. As tempting as it might be.