Lawrences of Something, Something

Each time I meet a new irritation in my life, I'll always tell myself. If I can handle and stand this person well enough, I'll be able to handle anything in life. Throw anything at me and I can take them all - coolly. There were a couple of more significant ones. As I mentioned, each time I meet one, I thought this was the ultimate, only to be surprised yet again by another one. Perhaps, it's time I understand a very simple logic. There's never an ultimate. All irritations are born unequal and different. They come in different faces, shapes, sizes, age and occupation. There was Lawrence something something from Poly. He liked me then. Not that I should dislike him for that or anything but he did made himself a complete asshole by driving everybody to the walls, trying to find out I like and what I don't. Ok Lawrence from then, I don't like you. That's what I don't like. Anyway, he's not so much of an irritation. A minor one as compared to others but a significant one for me at age 18. Next there was Lawrence something something - another Lawrence - from work. There were a few more Lawrences at work but this is the one that stood out. He's about 15 years older than me - I was 22 then. Earns 600 more than me and in a way works under me. He listens to no instructions. To learn how to configure simple lotus notes, he copies, print screens etc etc while I sit next to him, explaining, explaining, explaining. The above was repeated at least 5 times on different occasions. The above as in me teaching and him copying, printing screens and etc etcs. I screamed into the phone at him once when he refused instructions again. That was however not the end. He never dies, he persisted. He never does his work. All he does is email. Sending them to the entire world informing them that he does not know how to do certain things or things should not be done by him. The lesson I learnt, how to write official emails for each task I did and how to cc people without feeling thick skinned. Now there is another. For some reason his name is not a Lawrence something something. I'm surprised but maybe he is. Maybe some people do call him that. Here, we call him Mr Pink. An endearing name for a person of Lawrence something something calibre. His antics are much more than the 2 Lawrences combined. The worse thing is I feel as if I'm bullying him each time he gives the oh-so-innocent-blur look. Mr Pink, I'm not your mother. Try that on someone else. I'm going to be as zen as I can the next time you piss me off coz I know if I do not learn the art of zenning soon, I'll be nothing but a piece of burnt out coal pretty soon.