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Making Up's Not Hard To Do

It is inevitable that in every type of relationship (be it one between friends, lovers or coworkers) a difference of opinion will occur.

David and I bicker constantly. It's our thing. He gets me, I get him, and we play along with one another until the silence and wry smiles between us reach critical giggling mass. Just as soon as the heated discussion boils over, the laughter extinguishes the flames and we're back where we started.

It's OK for him to tease me, and just as tolerable when the tables are turned; it's not so simple when a coworker is involved.

My boss once pointed out that I quickly get extremely defensive. I realized this morning just how spot-on she was with this observation when she pointed at me and stated that she'd never seen this side of me; and judging from the look on her face, didn't quite like it.

I not so politely, and not so quietly suggested we go back to our corners until we both calmed down and could discuss the matter at hand a bit more peacefully.

About an hour later a paper airplane flew past me and landed on the floor. I picked it up, opened it, and laughed hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.

She also gets me.

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