My temper would be the death of me. I still can't seem to manage it and look at all those little kiddy toes I've stepped on. To think that I used to pride myself in the fact that I love kids, now I've become an ogre. I've lost count of the times I let my temper get the best of me raising my voice against this kid who regularly plays PS2 games here at the shop. I'd be really grateful if he still decides to come back tomorrow.