What a difference a weekend makes

So I got a few raised eyebrows and reminders not to jump after that last rant of a post. Thank you to those who were concerned. I can obviously summon my inner drama diva to the surface when pushed - let's call her Delila Devereaux.

Yes, something happened at work. I have since found out that it wasn't all about my performance but I was caught in the middle of a departmental dispute and I became the pawn in their little game. I am now only midly ticked off but that will dissapate with time and wine.

In other news, I spent time my freshmen college roommate and about 10 other girls who lived on the second floor of Stockard-Martin Dorm. Those were fun times and we were fun girls experiencing freedom and college life for the first time. Now 20 years later most of us are married and have children. A few never married. One or two women are divorced and remarried. Some have careers and some do not. Most are not hassled by The Man and one, most decidedly, is. She's was cutest one in the group.

WTF?

I'm Mad! I'm pissed! My feelings are hurt! I'm incredulous! I'm rightously indignated( I made that expression up - shut up!)! I feel thrown under the bus! I feel betrayed! I feel I've done a good job! Kiss my ass!I love my students! I love the profession I am in! I hate tattle tales! I hate spies! I hate ulterior motives! I hate snakes in the grass! I hate people who don't shoot straight ( Sarah Palin, excepted, SHE BUGS ME with her winks)! I hate administrative hacks! I hate being blindsided! I hate people who put their agenda on me! I hate not feeling validated! I hate feeling like I am walking into a lion's den! I hate feeling like people are against me! I hate "The Man"! I hate feeling unsettled! I hate feeling hustled! I hate that this rant is filled with hate! My logical husband stands with me! I am hopeful that things will be much better tomorrow!