You may not believe this, but I'm unused to being deliberately, consciously cold-hearted.
Today, I was *Looking left, right. Conspiratorial whisper* a bitch!
I'm going to pay for it tomorrow, but for tonight, it feels, well, kind of wonderful.
Year, month, week, day, moment after moment, we see what needs to be done and what isn't being done. Year, week, moment after moment, we take the high road and do what's needed.
I offered to do overtime, knowing overtime was needed to get the runs done. Cocky Dock Guy, who won't ask for help, who stomps around like he's all that, shrugged and said, it didn't matter. I asked, "Really?", knowing that it did, and that he was too much the self-congratulatory martyr to ask for help. Predictably, he repeated, "It doesn't matter."
So I said, "If it doesn't matter, then I'll go on home on time."
Talk about one silent, sullen Cocky Dock Guy. He cancelled one of the last two runs. And he'll find a way to pin it on me. But for me, what a revelation!
I. Can. Be. A. Bitch!
I'll feel guilty tomorrow, but for tonight, *happy dance, happy dance, happy dance!*