Conflict
There is nothing I despise more then conflict. Some sick people thrive on it, I detest it. This doesn't include debate. I enjoy a spirited, structured exchange of opinions if they are well founded and perhaps may make both people think. No I am speaking of the conflict that arises between two people over an issue perhaps professional, perhaps not. I hate it. It burns in me but I can't keep my mouth shut. I refuse to be a victim but I hate the repercussions of not being one. Yesterday I was walking out to my car at lunch to drop off a few things and I noticed an older man who works in my office as a contractor doing something strange. It was only upon closer examination that I discovered he was standing between two open doors on his Ford Explorer changing into a suit. In my profession this is not odd, often people will do this when we have to go to court. This avoids wearing a suit all day long. Anyway, I noticed his door touching my fender. When he closed it I