TO WHAT END?

Life is a litany of petty annoyances, and I confess to having zero tolerance.  That's not a good thing.  Yesterday I realized the pharmacy didn't fill one of my prescriptions.  On a scale of 1 to 10 (1 being of least importance) that prescription is a 10.  My immediate reaction was what I call a state of pissinomity.  That word cannot be found in the dictionary, because I made it up to describe my emotional state when I get p___d off.  

By this morning, my state of pissinomity leveled off.  I was courteous when I called the pharmacy.  I learned long ago the value of waiting until the smoke clears.  The gal checked the records and, sure enough, for 'some reason' it was omitted but is now ready for me to pick up.  I respectfully thanked her.  

A couple of months ago I read about the term to what end.  I could have very easily expressed my annoyance on the phone, but to what end?   To what end questions the purpose or intended outcome of a particular course of action. 

There have been a couple of times since reading about to what end that I've asked myself what will an action accomplish? and, will it be worth it?   Sometimes we forget about the person on the other end of the line.  I've been in that position countless times, and no one ever gained anything by showing anger.  Sadly, my personality is colorful, in that I am not flat-lined when it comes to expressing my emotions.  It requires discipline and sometimes duct tape.

The boyfriend's thoughtful personality offered to pick up my medication from the pharmacy located way across town.  On Saturdays they're open until 1:30 in the afternoon.