STRESS/ANGER REASSIGNMENT
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello" I politely said, "This is Roger. Could I please speak with Robert?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right “#@%*” number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with Robert, I decided to call the wrong number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're a Jerk!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word “Jerk” next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was having a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're a Jerk!"
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "Jerk" calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said "Hi, this is John Smith from the phone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, “That's because you're a Jerk!"
Then one day I was at The Mall, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gun metal grey Land Rover cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the First Jerk, I had his number on speed dial by this stage, I thought that I'd better call the Land Rover Jerk, too. I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?" "Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 221 "any" Street. It's a terraced house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve "blah blah" he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed." "Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a Jerk!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two Jerks to call. Then one day I came up with an idea.
I called Jerk #1.
"Hello?"
You're a Jerk!" (but I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Steve "Blah Blah."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"I live at 221(Any) Street, a terraced house. There's a gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, you Jerk," and hung up.
Then I called Jerk #2.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello, Jerk," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll do what?" I said.
"I'll kick your butt," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, Jerk, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 221 (Any) Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called King 5 News about a "Gay Bashing" going down on “Any” Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to “Any” Street. I got there just in time to watch two Jerks beating the crap out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
Now I feel MUCH better.
There's always 100% stress in the room. How much are you going to accept... and be responsible for?
Anger management and reassignment really works...
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