The memos are steady flying around my workplace these days. I got one, it got revoked, I wrote a rebuttal, it stone silenced those who will have me believe that I'm letting this place "defeat" me. What? Do you believe we work for American Gladiator and not, say, a social welfare organization? And do you really think I'm defeated? I'm eating your delusions, metabolizing them bitches, and getting sleek and fast like an otter. A Righteous Otter of Goodness.

It was glittery like a migraine when I realized that this casual conference call was a discipinary meeting, and it was revelation, pure and true--1)finally, I'm caught hating my job, and 2) finally, the true machinations of this place are revealed. Regardless, I will not let dispersions be cast upon my character, and I drafted a memo to make bureuacrats weep with the lyrical structure, pure ethic, and subtle contrarian zest.

Important lessons

1) I may have been wrong about how I thought power and control were working in the tiny creepy lady world of my department, and that was a surprise. I think I am so damn smart.

2)Truly, trust no one, and certainly don't trust people who are untrustworthy. Duh, and duh again, for I will keep doing it.

3)There is an empty space in my head were respect for authority should be; it is just not there, I'm looking for it, I was saying something in this meeting that was so cold and true that my superego was looking for anything to shut me up, a psychic tube sock to shove in my mouth. The absense of respect for authority is also the absence of concern for my respect for authority, so....feel the breeze move through where my administrative career isn't.

What am I going to do, I wonder? Whatever it is, I hope I can wear dresses.