I don't get mad very often.
When I realize that I'm starting to get mad and lose my patience, I usually walk away before I get to the point of throwing things or hitting someone who desperately needs it.
When this happens at work, I calm myself by imagining my supervisor (who is a dumbass) falling down the stairs.
That usually brings a smile to my face.
If that doesn't work, when I get home I will get on the computer and listen to punk rock until I feel better.
Maybe toss a few beers on it to help it along.
When I was young, my dad used to get pissed off a lot working on heavy duty equipment (He had his own business) and when he would raise his voice and swear, I would laugh which made him even madder!
And the madder he got, the more I would laugh.
There were lots of times he would chase me and I'm sure he would have beaten me within an inch of my life if he would have caught me, which he never did.
Do you know how hard it is to laugh and run?
Sometimes I think of when I was young working with my dad, and it gets me laughing about the reasons that I was mad and the swearing that I was doing would be funny to someone else.
See? I feel better already.......