We have a sich going down in the office that I'm having to deal with since my lovely boss lady has taken flight and is currently in Austria. I'm glad she's there and not having to deal with this stress, and I'm glad that so far, I've been able to restrain myself and keep things (on my side) under control.
I'm...actually kind of enjoying being firm with people. Since I'm a people-pleaser first, this doesn't usually happen often.
But when someone accuses people I know of something I KNOW they didn't do...well, feathers get ruffled, armor gets suited up, and there I go with sword in hand. (What am I, a large feathery armor-beast?!)
So...here I am, being firm, calm, and forceful, backing up the faithful tutors as they help students climb the craggy mount of academia finals.
It's oddly...separating me.
On the one side of me, I am controlled, firm, calm, diplomatic, and unphased.
On the other side of me, there's a ball of wriggly guts that's squirming and making me feel queasy as I try to stand my own ground against a 50 year old person. It's definitely something new.
Part of me keeps thinking that this person will lord it over me and eventually get what they want. The other part of me knows that I have people behind me and people I need to protect, and that I will do what I have to in order to ensure peace is the end product of this ordeal.
I kind of want some protective armor though.
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