HAIL MARY, PASS THE GRACE

Its been a tough week.

This damn Computer Program.

Supposedly, when we get it working in the next 4 years, it will render my job obsolete.
Yesterday, I knocked over shelving, threw equipment across the Office, kicked boxes and generally had myself a “spell”.
Fifty-two years old and I threw a Temper-Tantrum.
The lady I work with said it was “very un- businesslike”, so I pulled out my pocketknife and began trimming my nails as I glared threateningly over the tops of my glasses at her. I said

'Business-like? I'm just a cranky old ex-Chef and when things ain't going right, I don't mind makin' a whole lot of noise."



And I hate to say it, but it seemed to get results that 100 polite Business-like E-Mails had not. Conference calls ensued, a flurry of EMails and R&D managed to come up with a Beta-manual or something.
But that doesn't make it right, losing my temper like that.
It hurts me down deep when I let my anger and frustration control me.

So I went over this with my sponsor, and he was glad to help me with a Prayer.
Its the first prayer i have said in 35 years:

‘Dear God of my Misunderstanding:
Please Sir, I humbly ask that you grant me Grace, Patience and Tolerance enough to get me through this situation with some Dignity, how-so-ever you might see fit.
Thank You in advance for Your Loving-kindness and Consideration.
Bulletholes in the Mailbox”

So far today it has worked very well.

Update- it worked all day long, and into today as well!
I don't know how, or why it works, but I am willing to keep giving it a chance.