excuse me?

i'm not big on confrontation. nor am i big on jumping down someone's throat in response to some transgression. this means i don't stand up for myself a lot of the time, which sucks, but i rarely get into situations where i need to. luckily.

yesterday at work, i was a hair's breadth away from both confronting and jumping down someone's throat.

i'd gone downstairs to fetch some stuff, and while doing something else while waiting for said stuff, i heard the guy who'd gone stuff-fetching mutter and curse and come stomping down the stairs near me saying "bitch". i felt my blood pressure rise and my limbs start to tingle.

when he returned, stuff in hand, i said to him, very quietly and with a lot of control, "i hope you didn't just call me a bitch". somehow i noticed the guy's boss overheard this and looked up at us from his office with a glint of concern in his eye.

"no," he replied, "i said 'son of a bitch'. there are no descriptions on half those boxes. i didn't know where to look for your stuff."

a short time later, the guy's boss walked passed me and muttered "son of a bitch".

to which i replied with a chuckle and "oh... there would have been holy hell..."

boss-guy laughed, "yeah, i saw the look on your face."

i was in a foul temper, yes. i didn't realize i looked it, though. see? this is why i can only play poker on the computer. i can't hide a damn thing.

in other news, i made my first bento box last night. filled with home-made sushi, miso soup and some edamame. turns out rice with furikake is an acquired taste i'm not sure i want to acquire. otherwise, it was good and almost cute enough to trigger my pancreas. i don't think i'll be a daily bento builder, but for a once-in-a-while thing it will be fun to try to make cute food.