Turns out it was me, all along. Oh no, I am not the one who is an incompetent, lying, useless toerag, but I am responsible for my own feelings. So here is the deal--HRH may well push me around and insist I am not qualified to teach above grade 6, the union may well continue to be feeble and ineffectual, and the Ghost of PHOD may hover over SuperChin's shoulder and create turmoil and grief. And there is no question on this Earth that the 200 pound Chipmunk will continue in his incompetent arrogance, remaining happily and haplessly oblivious to the destruction he leaves in his wake.
I may very well not get to do what I want to. I may very well be spoken to in ways that are harsh and unfair and reprehensible.
But.
I can feel however I want about it. They Cannot Make Me Feel any way I don't choose to.
They can "win"--and they might--but they cannot make me lose. Not anymore.
JOT 2-0
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