Karma comes via overnight delivery.
It must be the pompous assumption that I will enjoy gripping THE seat that an hour after the close of business yesterday, I was balked at for subtle insubordination. It’s something trivial that you will look like a total idiot if you try to defend yourself and be angry to death. There was apparently a mistake on my part, something I didn’t even recognize. The moral of the story? Do not bypass (if you “forgot”, you’re busted) your associate editor who controls the key to the vault of your performance evaluation.
Now THE seat makes me uncomfortable.
P.S. It’s someone special’s birthday today. Sheesh, the height of my madness.