I didn’t know I would feel a need for my shillelagh this morning so I didn’t take it to work. Alas, a morning missive made me temporarily see red. The LSCHP offered me his battle-axe but I decided I didn’t need it. Instead I forced myself into calm and replied to the missive point by point. In the end, the person on the other end of the missive was right about a couple issues and I was right about a couple issues and I’m sure we are on the same page with yet another issue but we are talking past each other. I guess I would file the whole affair into the category “Miscommunications”. I’d like to file it in the proverbial Circular File but it was all done over email.

I dunno what raised my ire about this. It happens all the time with this person — a highly competent and valuable team member who tends to be adamant that every change or enhancement or tweak we make to our product is accomplished correctly. We *need* this person and we tolerate the sometimes abrasive missives. Normally, I skip over the “I’m angry” phase and go straight to cracking up laughing when I get one of these missives.

Today? I know that I am overdue for a vacation. I mean one where I don’t have a bunch of business to take care of or sorting out various collections of crap. I’ll get some vacay very soon although I will have to telecommute a couple days to ensure that I have enough vacation time to take a few days here and there throughout the fall (day after Thanksgiving, anyone?) and there are stressful events scheduled on either end of my vacay.

But also? I am not stupid or incompetent. I have done plenty of stoopid things in my life and there are many things I am incompetent at. But there are a lot of people in that boat with me. Plus. Fer kee-reist, I am a human being. I have spent my life [largely] trying to make the world a better place. And I have about had it with people who do not treat me with respect. *Every* human being deserves to be treated with respect. I wasn’t respected today and I almost hit the wall.

I do not have an ending for this (at least one that’s not five pages long). Mr. Pfifer, my 12th grade English teacher, is tsk-tsk-ing me from somewhere — I suspect he’s on the other side but he may be enjoying waterfront property somewhere. Who knows.

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