After eight full hours with a bromide today, I'm actually grateful to be returning to my regularly scheduled duties tomorrow, relatively unscathed.
Another super long day, in a series of super long days. I'm so far beyond exhausted, I can hardly see to type. Today wasn't all-around bad (in fact, it was basically for a good cause) but there were some profusely irritating aspects to it--including being loudly second-guessed after doing something for which I've a reputation for being skilled, and also being pompously reminded (multiple times) of very basic employment rules, as if I'm a kid just starting my first job. I don't have a problem being told what to do; most of my day was spent following the orders of the person in charge, working through the plan she'd drafted, and acting on her decisions. That was totally fine. But being told what to do simply for the sake of satisfying the managerial ego of the person doing the telling? That's just annoying, and I'm not going to accept it with anything but faux grace. And prehaps I'll snap it right back at you at your most vulnerable point.
Or maybe not. I'm probably not that bad, right?
[the title quotation is by William Shakespeare, from A Midsummer Night's Dream--Act III, sc. ii]
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