Fit thrown, way granted

It seems I've turned into one of those people.

I hate to watch kids throw fits. Oh, I know it's in their DNA and they just can't help themselves, but what I hate more than that is watching parents give in. Because really, if they end up getting their way, doesn't that just encourage said bad behavior?

Last week I had a rare work fit. Believe it or not, I'm generally amenable. I try to be the bigger person, get along, and pick which hills to die on. Let's all hold hands and sing "Kumbyah," shall we?

But sometimes, you have to stand up for what you believe in. Occasionally, you have to throw a fit. And if that includes a crying jag in front of your bewildered boss, so be it. I'm a chick and we sometimes do that.

And every once in a while, it works. Perhaps they just wanted to shut me up, but this irrational, emotional chick got her way. Hill chosen. Victory tasted. At least until the next battle.