I just dented a file cabinet
I came into work this morning to find a blinky message light waiting for me. My ex-boss, who is now in the big city, wants me to fly out to said city next week so I can tour the office and then prepare a report for him on the state of the office. Why? So he can figure out how to best get his new staff to do things the way I do them.
He wants me to train my replacements.
I'm pretty sure that the red-hot sheet of rage smoking through me is out of proportion to how I should be feeling. I'm not stable right now, and I know it. I'm overreacting. FINE. I'm just so frikkin' pissed off at this! My services are no longer needed, thanks for coming out, but before you go could you buy a roundtrip plane ticket and fly down to our new office so we can suck all the knowlege out of you? I'm getting a very "MMmmmyeah, we're gonna need you to come in on Saturday." feeling out of this.
Frak.
At least I know how to throw a punch. The file cabinet has a decent dent in it but my hand is fine. Karate is good for something.