It's St. Crispin's Day!
That's the day when we remember that we don't remember well, but are easily manipulated by patriotic rhetoric. Or, at least, it we should remember that we don't remember.
In Shakespeare's Henry V, the play's most memorable (at least to me) passage comes in Henry's speech before the battle of Agincourt.
I seem to post about St. Crispin's Day every few years.
On Veteran's Day, 11 November 2005. (Where I posted the speech.)
And last year, the 600th anniversary, 2015. (Where I posted even more of the speech.)
I got an email from a colleague today, a colleague who sometimes gets really petty. And this is one of those times. The problem is, when she gets petty, other people have to rein her in, and then she gets really mad. Unfortunately, right now, I'm the one with the reins. (But, if the pettiness persists, other folks will help. Still, she'll be most mad at me.)
Last week, I made the mistake of asking another colleague (who's in a position where they're supposed to answer these sorts of questions) a question in the department office, and then since I didn't understand the shorthand of her answer, a followup question. And she blew up at me and started ranting at me for being so so rude. So I apologized, said I hadn't meant to be rude, but had just not understood. And she blew up at me more. So, again, I apologized, and said I hadn't meant to be rude, and she blew up at me more, and then she turned and walked into her office.
That was really unpleasant. Let's just say, I'm averse to conflict. If the zombie apocalypse comes, you don't want me on your side. If you need a latrine dug, then you may want my help. If you need someone to visit while you're in the hospital, then you may want me to. But if it comes to a verbal fight, in a hallway or anywhere, then no, I'm crap at that.
If I could have done it financially, I would have turned in my letter of resignation that day. I still would, if I could do it financially. (I did discuss it with the chair. Meh. Neither good nor bad. This is one of the favored folks of the chair. But if she ever verbally attacks me again, I'll file an official complaint, I guess.)
I used to feel like, mostly, the folks in my department treated each other decently, and that somehow made the nastiness of the state government, the nastiness of state and local politics, the nastiness of administrative desperation... survivable.
And now, I don't feel that.