Was I Snoring?

"A cat that catches mice does not meow." - Chinese Proverb


I was disturbed the other night by the discovery, at around 2am, as I rolled over in bed, of my cat, sitting on my nightstand, staring at me. I was even more disturbed as the first thought that went through my head was, "I'm sorry, was I snoring."

If you're the kind of person who's studying the dates of my blog and noticing that it's been a long stretch since I've written something - shame on you! You're missing the point. The content is the thing, not the regularity (though I'm a fan of being regular).

It's kinda like people - as I was reminded of by being treated as an unintelligent sub-human being without worth or valor by my bosses boss. My boss, who doesn't do much really, is on vacation. That'd be great actually, if I didn't have to fill in for him and accomplish something he ought to have done better a long time ago. It was implied that I don't know how to read a chart, that I don't listen, and that I'm ill-equipped to do what's asked of me. At least that's how I took it. Who knows, maybe all of that's true. I'd be crushed if I really thought that it was true. I'm not crushed, just angry and now, wiser as to who I'm dealing with. The funny thing is, now all she'll get is the image of my respect due her because of her station here at work. I'd much rather respect her as a human being, as I'd have her respect me as well, but that's evidently not going to happen.

I'll be the consistent one. I'll be the genuine one. I'll be the honorable one.

Or at least I'll act like it.