Anger

On Tuesday during lunch, Y told me something that S had said about me, that even if I had been around the previous week, I would not have been able to handle the work that needed to be done. Personally, I do feel that I could have done it. With the deadline of Friday (as the German engineer was returning home the next day), there would have been the do or die status and I would have done everything in my power to make sure that the datalogger was installed before he flew back. It is not a case of smart-ness, just enough EQ or if like in my case lacking the EQ then more of persistence.

At first I really felt angry. Even though T had told me my boss had similar sentiments about my capability, I do not feel that she has any right to comment. But then again, my mom told me of worse people, so I guess it is a matter of whether I want to let it get to me or not. I mean, no matter what I do, even if I AM good, there will always be nay-sayers who say that I am a klutz or a clown. So I guess, as the saying goes, “remaining angry with someone is letting them live rent free in your head” I wont care about the people that do not matter.

Of course, there are also people who matter and do not care, but that is another story