Safar 12, 1448 AH
Monday, usual drill. Suffer through several hours of bleh, where one person chooses to speak and ignore EVERYTHING else that EVERYBODY else has to say. It’s like their day in the sun. They get 60-70 minutes of time every Monday to show us all how awful they are. “They” is not their pronouns, just my way of masking their identity.
Without going into the details, what happened was: I said something, and the said person, let’s call them AH#1 misinterpreted all of it, and began to argue with me. At one point, I snapped.
Not a proud moment, but I guess I will live with it. Later, four different people had to repeat what I said, to make a simple logic get through to their stubborn head.
Again, without going into the details, today’s incident reminded me of a line by Sara from Crooning Techies:
There is a limit to being nice. I’m done being nice.
I am seriously done being nice.
NOTE: This is part of “write one post every day for a year” challenge.
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