Patience grown tissue-paper-thin

Ironically, I started out my day alright. Even was in a much better mood than I've been all week. Then I arrive to work and, within 10 minutes, my son-of-a-gun coworker (one of the ones that I've mentioned before, that reminds me of highschool bullying behaviour) started grating on my nerves. Found myself almost literally biting my tongue not to tell him to f*ck off. I really have no patience for that kind of unprofessional idiocy.

Next thing I know, I find myself strongly wishing him ill (not death or anything -- just general unpleasantness. Very negative unpleasantness). And I know I shouldn't do this at all! Negative energy just breeds more negativity, and the last thing I need is a 'spell' to backfire on me now. I just couldn't help myself. This is just so out of place and so effing annoying.

And this week is definitely not the right time to pull off that crap with me.