Isn't it great -- no, really, isn't it just plain peachy -- when you've been off sick for a week with flu, with the side effects of typhoid jabs, and having major dental surgery, to be greeted as you re-enter the building by a member of the administrative staff screaming at you and calling you a liar?
And we're supposed to be the adults.
Honestly. If you can't cope with the demands of a job, then leave it. Not rocket science.
Life in public service; everybody's whipping boy.
More upbeat posts tomorrow. When I've forgotten what it's like to be a walking stereotype.