They say that New Yorkers are pushy and fast talking.
I've changed from the nice person I used to be, lol. My inner bitch-on-wheels has been awakened over time, in part due to the environment. The anger and angst from daily life builds up and comes out at select times.
It'd be different if I spent these years living on a farm in bucolic Italy, for instance. I'd have another set of personality quirks, but impatience would not be among them.
The bitchiness comes out at work when there's a good reason - when people shirk responsibilities, or when a schedule is disregarded, or when someone is acting unreasonably. Usually I endure months of the above before I finally break, and when I do, it's in the form of a long, pointed email. (Okay, so I'm pretty tame).
I've been around screamers. I've seen people throw wooden blocks at each other after meetings. I've worked under soft-spoken bosses who use the subversive power of social pressure to get their worker bees to produce. There are all kinds.
The New Yorker in me is most obvious when I'm on the phone with people in other parts of the country. Salespeople from the South or West take their time. They're nice! They don't get back to you right away. They leave the office on time or early. They probably own cars and houses and have kids.
It's easy to make generalizations. Not all New Yorkers are intense workaholics or weirdos. A large percentage of us are laid back, nice, friendly and sane.
But chances are, yeah, we're a wee bit more hopped up than folks living elsewhere.