I get really irritated when I work with people who make things more complicated than they need to be. I also get irritated when I'm asked a series of questions while I'm focusing on something else--usually I drop what I'm working on so I can answer the questions without being a total bitch, but sometimes I just can't change gears fast enough. Both of those are gifts from my father's temperament. When those buttons are simultaneously pushed, if not mashed, I come home from work as a crabby sack of sourpuss.
But it's okay, for damage control I've got some awesome vegan pizza and I'm talking to my adorable SO. Irritability is dissipating.
What pushes your snarly button?


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