The No Idle Chit Chat Treatment.

March 11th, 2016

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Apparently, I take things too seriously.

Though it took him about three days, Strokerman has finally figured out that a) I'm mad at him, and b) what set me off. He told me that I shouldn't get all bent out of shape, simply because he inserted me into his paranoid fantasies where the world actually cares about him enough to, you know, plot his downfall. Or his demise. Or whatever else he imagines that They have in mind for him.

Well, call me crazy, but I should - and I did. I don't have a whole lot, albeit by my own choice for the most part, but one of the things I value above all else is my reputation. I behave the way I behave because a) I like to think that actions speak louder than words, and b) that when I say something, I mean it. So yeah, when someone tries to paint me as a liar, I take exception to that.

And thus, the embargo on talking to Strokerman persists, and will persist indefinitely. Sure, if I have to answer a specifically work-related question, I will do so. And I will have to do so, since somehow I've fallen into the position of running our department, even though I don't actually get paid any extra to. I think that particular perk got lost upon adopting our last union contract.

But it came with a 33 percent pay raise, so there's that.

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