My uncle, dad and brother all got their carry permits together. My uncle was the one who chose not to carry because he said he thought he would be tempted to use it. He then tried to get me to write an article on the benefits of choosing not to carry even when you have a permit.
He persists in projecting his perceived inability to control his violence onto everyone else. His decision to not carry is his alone to make, but trying to push it on others left a sour taste with me.
I work two jobs, both magazine publications. Anybody who has ever worked for a publication knows how stressful it can be. One job is part-time in an office with 20 co-workers of varying personalities and job ethics. Some deadlines go by peacefully, but others are spotted with CDs flying across the room, magazine drafts raining down like angry snow, profanities, and the most recent incident being the 6' 5" 300+ distribution manager screaming GET OUT OF MY G*D* OFFICE AND DON'T EVER TAKE ANYTHING OUT OF MY F*IN OFFICE AGAIN at the top of his beefy lungs at another co-worker.
Deadlines are high pressure and days can be very short or last until the wee hours of the morning. When I started at that job, it used to bother me a great deal and left me very stressful. Now it doesn't, because I decided to just do my job and not soak in other people's personal issues or their poor work ethics. I weigh what is worth getting stressed over and what's not.
My other job is working for
S.W.A.T. from the comfort of my home. I've only met one of the staff in person, and everybody else by phone and email. Since we're armed to the teeth... well, you know what they say about an armed society being a polite society. :lol: I also think that most of the staff being active/former law enforcement & military create naturally good teamwork. WE have our system down and respect each other. I don't have much stress with this job.
Mrshonts isn't stressful, but he is still a man. And men are from Mars.
There's only one thing that is really, really stressful and wants to make me lock myself in a closet, and thank goodness it's only once a month for around 48 hours... It's a source of embarrassment to me, so don't roll your eyes and crack jokes, because it's
not funny.
Imagine dropping something on the floor and it sounds like a gunshot so loud your head pounds. Anything over MUTE hurts your ears. Everything and everybody annoys you. Your temper flares for no good reason. You're buckled over with sharp stabbing pains in your side, you want to puke, you can't sleep, and your back hurts. You eat strange food items and lots of it all day. While a Midol® may keep you from feeling like a water balloon, it doesn't do anything about everybody being annoying.
If you want to talk about "fuse blowing," talk to my
mother.
And I still carry my guns and I haven't shot anybody. I will not shoot anybody unless I (or a third party) am in imminent danger of being harmed. I know the law, I have recognized my crazy hormones and have ackowledged when it's IT being the culprit, and I get over the fact that everybody is being annoying. :wink:
