I am a total jerk, and I hate that.

Okay, “am” might be a bit of an overstatement. “Momentarily was” is more correct, but that doesn’t make it any better – I was a huge jerk and I feel really bad about it, even if I didn’t mean to be a big stupid jerky jerk pants.

I guess it’s a good thing that I’m so very comfortable with my finger words that I assume everyone can read the tone that I put into each and every sentence I write, but sometimes that can backfire – like when I’m being my usual impudent self about something, and someone misunderstands. Basically, I opened my finger-mouth a little too wide last week, and I really upset someone. I’ve since apologized profusely, but I feel utterly rotten that I hurt someone’s feelings. I try really hard to live my life by one firm rule – don’t be a dick – and last week, I failed miserably.

You can tell I’m really distressed about this, because I didn’t even mention A2M when talking about my “firm rule”.

Last time I ran my mouth off like this, I offended an entire department and was literally exiled from the cubicle farm and shunted away into a dark dusty corner where I could offend no more. This time I only offended one person (that means I’m getting better, right?) so hopefully I won’t be made to move my desk to the bathroom – but if it’s all the same to you, I will beat myself up for a little while and be sad that I am such a jerk. I suck.

unrelated: creepy murder twins.