Arrows Make Target

Well, cats and kitties, the cold kept me down for a day. There were some shaky moments this morning, but we hauled ourselves in for an INTENSIVE day at work. At work, I’m in one of those wait and see what wackiness is next. So, I’m trying to not think about any of those various things, and just finish the semester and pack up my office for the move to our new building.

Among the many issues, I have found out yet again, that no matter how well-intentioned you are, and no matter how much you advocate for your employees, regardless of what you do, some of your employees ultimately embrace the idea that you are a tool of The Man (TM) and part of the Vast National Conspiracy to keep them from getting What They Want. Yes, even if they have email to disprove it, and even if telling them about the issue would be proof enough that you are not the Anti-Christ.

If I WERE a secretive Machiavellian, bent on keeping them ignorant about a pay inequality, I would never have let them know an inequity existed. I would be a smart evil genius, people! So, I must be on your side. If I weren’t, you would never know what hit you. I mean really. Death rays. Deadly viruses dropped over the country from steam punk dirigibles. Minions, people!! MINDLESS minions!!!! And cooler clothes than I’m wearing now!

So, yeah, it’s been a day. I always think of myself as a very ethical person, concerned about and advocating for fairness. This sort of uninformed opinion stings. It really makes me want to get out the death dirigible.

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Right. That’s off my chest. So, one other thing. My recent submissions have all hit their targets. Yeah.

D’you suppose I could do some writing tomorrow? Not being sick, scooping snow, or plotting overthrow and revenge? Sure. I’ll carve out the time.

Catherine

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