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I hate it when I make mistakes. And I make them quite rarely, but I become enraged and humiliated when I do. This pertains mostly to work, but rather well applies to regular life as well. I think very highly of myself--I've gone through a lot of blood, sweat, and bullshit t0 get this far--so it's not a happy time when I err.

I like to point out when other people make mistakes. And I make a spectacle of it as well. It fills me with joy to march over to someone's office with a jacked up personnel action form or printout of an erroneous entry, and begin, "I think you might have been a little bit on crack this day, but ya see this?" or "I don't know exactly what's wrong with you, but...." or "I know that you're gonna have an attitude because you do have one, but I want to point this out to you." I even created a wall of emails from one co-worker who would always respond to emails saying, "Thanks fro the update!" and called it "Jackie 'Fro' President!"

It is for this reason, and many more, that I know I'm going to hell. Amen.