Being cross is such a waste of time. Alright, its quite 'metal' having a jaw that juts so that it looks like you can break rocks on it and having smoldering eyes you could light cigarettes off (metaphorically speaking), but it takes it out of you, it really does. It doesn't achieve anything either (unless ulcers can be counted as an achievement).
Peace (love isn't a necessity, especially not at work) is so much more rewarding. I must be turning into a flower child which would be appropriate though distasteful. Already, I'm attracting bees, so maybe I should have a tantrum or let off an A-bomb or something just to show I mean business.
Nothing happened? Yes, I know, I got distracted by a butterfly...
Here's a pic of Kleinkranz beach: very Zen.