(And then I get called out for having a bad attitude. Which, you know, I don't push back so much on, because it's true, if that's the criteria.)

I don't think that disagreeing about something that you're not in the wrong about is a "bad attitude."

The problem, of course, is that even if you prove you're right, if you're a peon, you're still automatically "insubordinate," because you had the gall to disagree with a superior, even though he was wrong.

It's possible I'm a little bitter.

Oh, Vortex. I've never had a professional employee confused about hierarchy, but the students & interns drive me bonkers with thinking that their opinion matters as much as mine (or the collective department).

har. That's a good way to put it. My friend was once told "I'm the boss. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right."

Argggg. I hate reading this, because I *so* do this,

Yeah, I was just thinking that I do this too. I really hate getting called out on shit that isn't my fault.

Right, but when you do it, you know that you are arguing, even though you can't help it.

I mean, I understand being upset if you believe you are right and are getting yelled at, but she compounded it with "next time, i'll write it down so I can show you." UNFUCKINGACCEPTABLE.

but I have this ridiculously overinflated sense of justice (well, justice for *me*) and that, no, REALLY, I swear to God I'm right and you just need to listen to meeeeeeee and then you'll realize!

You're ... Pete? Huh.

Tho' I do the same damn thing at times, too. But usually not in a work setting, because arguing with a boss? Bad idea.

You're ... Pete? Huh.

I have been known to loom.

I have been known to loom.

How are you at instantly recognizing the tone of voice that means HOLY SHIT THERE'S A SPIDER COME IN AND SAVE ME?

I said "when I say something that you believe is incorrect and you continue to contradict me? That's arguing with me."

This is a conversation I have with Ellie often. She's 4.

How are you at instantly recognizing the tone of voice that means HOLY SHIT THERE'S A SPIDER COME IN AND SAVE ME?

I'm very good at recognizing it, since I often use it myself.

"I'm the boss. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right."

This. Also, replace parent for boss there. My usual declaration when I am pushed too hard is reminding the employee or child that this is not a democracy. It is a dictatorship and I am the dictator. Deal or find another country.

One of the things I always liked about my dad was that he would take the time to listen. He would say "okay, I see your point" or "I can see why you would think that" but it was often followed by "but I'm the dad, so we do it my way." and I was okay with that, as long as my opinion was recognized.

Everything was fine for a few days until this morning. I waited for her at my office, to help me carry some items over to the event. I finally leave 20 minutes after she's supposed to get there, get to the venue, and she's sitting there, placidly reading her classwork. I said "what are you doing here? You were supposed to meet me at my office" She said "you told me to meet you here". I said "no, you were to meet me at the office" I was livid. I took care of a few things, then called her aside. I told her how unhappy I was, that even if she thought I'd told her to meet at here, why didn't she call when I didn't arrive, etc. She said "you told me to meet you here" I replied "no, I did not and the arguing with me stops NOW." She said "I'm not arguing with you" I said "when I say something that you believe is incorrect and you continue to contradict me? That's arguing with me." She then said "I disagree. You told me to meet you here. Next time I'll write it down so I can show you."

That, in regarding to what Steph and Nora just said: there's a line between being a Bitch and an idiot. I'm quite sure b.org ladies (and gents) aren't crossing said line very often.

ION, got back from my "not very often in Israel" advisor. According to what he emailed me, I won't very likely to have a job next year. That's because I'll be drowning in classes (and I'm not giving up the internship, dammit) ALL OVER AGAIN (if I'll get said classes in my schedule to begin with. I fear to see in 8 hours what the geniuses of the faculties have done to my carefully "choices" (as in, my only choice in most cases was "yay! I can take this mandatory class, it actually applies into my iron-casted schedule!". Seriously, I have no idea about what "preference system" they speak of).

Good thing my parents said it'll be OK and they'll be able to support me.