The little things

I spent two hours talking to my mom today, mostly about her frustrations at work. Financially, she really needs to keep her job, but she is so angry at the managers, that I'm afraid she's going to say or do something stupid and jeopardize her job.

She is especially angry about really little things that don't make a difference, but she's refusing to do them, which I'm sure her bosses, who already don't always like her attitude, won't appreciate.

She doesn't want to wear t-shirts with the bank's name on it on casual fridays. I told her it was one day a week where she didn't have to worry about what she wore for clothes. No, she's not in a uniformed high school and she wore bank t-shirts once before and she won't do it again.

She doesn't want to wear a name tag, because her name is already on the sign in front of her work station.

She's disgusted by how the "kids" at work dress and how they don't dress appropriately. I tell her that doesn't reflect on her and don't let it get her mad. She can't let it go.

But maybe it is easier to get mad about the little stuff, the stuff that feels controllable than dealing with the bigger, scarier monsters.

All these little things by themselves are just that. Little. But knowing her temper, they can add up to big things pretty fast. I hope they don't.