The root of the problem

At work, we send two carts-worth of trays to an upstairs dining room, which the nursing aides then serve to the residents. Today, for some reason or other, they decided to call downstairs and complain that the trays are put in the wrong order. They've been in the same order for who knows how long, and for heaven's sake, if you open one cart and don't find the ones you want, open the other one, and that's where they'll be. We got calls about it both at breakfast and at lunch. When the first call came it annoyed me, when the second call came, it irritated me. The more I thought about it, the more irritated I got at these people who are too stupid to figure it out. (Of course it doesn't help that it's a well-known fact that our kitchen and nursing staffs don't get along.)
And then I started to explain to Karol why it bothered me so much: they couldn't take the initiative to look in the other cart, the fact that it's never been an issue and now we got two calls in one day, and probably mostly that I don't like their tone of voice when they tell me about it (I answered both calls).
Then I started thinking. Why does their tone of voice bother me so much? Because they're talking to me like they're so superior to me (which they usually do - after all it's the nurses who call down, and they're nurses and I'm just a kitchen worker), and they're defintely not. Match any one of them with me in an intelligence test, and I guarantee I'll beat them. It's so hard to be spoken down to by someone you know is your intellecutal inferior.
So then I thought again, and basically, it's pride. I'm irritated at them because I'm sinning. And then, using A.J. Jacobs' formula for dealing with his temper, I have to ask myself, as GOD asked Jonah, "Do you do well to be angry?" In this case, not really. How can I be angry at them for attacking my pride when pride is something I shouldn't have anyway? Do I really want to heap sin onto sin? Just let it go, Melilot.
Pride is at the root of most sins; especially in my case, I'm afraid. I need to be on my guard, for my enemy prowls like a lion, waiting to devour. Thank heaven the LION of Judah is more powerful, and is there by my side.