Well okay then. It’s not personal. It’s just that now she knows not to trust me so this was her response.

I don’t have time to coddle anyone working to take advantage of a culture that trusts people to do the right thing. I want to go. As in move on. As in my time is done. Done yesterday. Last year and the year before that. As in I’m not the smartest person in the room and didn’t build the rocket. As in I’m really trying to give them the blueprint the engineers left behind. As in quick fucking around and do the damn work. 

She pulls a power play and explains why she disagrees with the method I’m trying to impart. I explain and she doesn’t understand. I concede. There is zero power in ignorance so it’s her lesson, not mine to learn from. 

I often imagine that people work like they fuck and an orgasm if left to its own devices doesn’t stress about devices.

Five days a week. Five hundred weeks. It’s been a long long time.