I don't know what the problem is, here, but...

[novice]

Lady Sidhe, i'm guessing you wish you hadn't, in a fit of pique, started this thread but you did and, in all fairness, got your just desserts.
Now moving from my soap box to the pressure cooker atmosphere of a warship on deployment ( * oh no he's on about warships again* ), the very things that caused interpersonal tension later became the fond memories we laughed about over a cold beer. Naturally this is an accelerated process in such close confines whereas in the real world you simply walk away from those who shit you.
On a ship i'm trapped physically but here i'm also trapped cos I like coming here. It's streets ahead of most other rooms i've seen.
I intend to hang around so eventually i'll ruffle someone's feathers ( I recall calling Wolf a man shortly after joining ) or they'll ruffle mine. It's inevitable.
The point i'm trying laboriously to make is BIG DEAL. Everybody concerned will get over it unless I a/ ceaselessy bitch about it or b/make it personal.
Don't sweat it.