I Am Stonehenge

Looking down the barrel at the firing squad. A jumble of people thrown
together to forge some semblance of authority. Halfwits and maroons
across the board. Hurling negativity, like it will turn all sparkly
with the revelation that no one is perfect. Yet, perfection is not
sought. It is up to each person to do their own job and not seek its
completion by others. Bashing the youth as they stare them down, their
condescension burning in the souls of the clueless.

It is just beyond me how an inquisition of this magnitude was assembled
for something so seemingly trivial. Then, it is supposed to have been
up to me to "fix" things. These people got the wrong gal, especially
since I don't believe that there is anything broken. It was almost
laughable to see their expressions when I so graciously reminded them
that what they were asking of me was still under their job description.


Seriously, we all have enough to manage throughout the day. Did they
actually expect that a show of force would bully me into submission.
They could think or say what they want, but that doesn't mean that I'm
going to lie down and let them stomp on me with a smile. It will take
more than their boldfaced intimidation tactics to knock me down. Do
people actually cower to them? They must, or they wouldn't keep trying
to assert their assumed superiority.

Boy, if they think they are going to call me in there on a regular
basis, they are in for quite the fight. Once is more than enough for
me. Perhaps they should focus on solutions instead of bombarding
people with all the minuscule "problems" that really aren't even worth
the time of mentioning. Talk about being focused on the wrong thing


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