I sometimes wish I had a thicker hide.  When someone who hasn’t earned an iota of my respect belittles my writing skills, why should I give a hoot?  Yet, it rankles.  And I get a little steamed – which is not very professional, is it?

 

Anyway, I’m starting to think about what I really want to do with myself the next few years, and I’m weighing how dealing with a callous condescending character might impact my happiness.  Now, if I were a rhino, I could probably just shrug off the little slings and arrows…but I’m not rhino enough.  And being a rhino would have its down side too.  Poor long-range vision.  Clumsiness.  Blubbery lips.

 

So, here I sit in a funk.  Isn’t is awful that one person can get into a position of authority and trickle down so much cold slimey mess that it becomes unbearable?

 

And, dear readers, it’s not unbearable yet.  But the promise of future patronizing slaps has certainly been glimpsed.  So, perhaps instead of a rhino I should gazelle it and leap away….