I go through an alternate version of hell at work when I have to inform people that: Sorry we don't have enough going on tonight. I need you to go work for this other person instead. It usually involves a demotion of some sort and I fuss and fret heavily prior to and while delivering the news. Though I have to admit to the occasional occasion where I do actually enjoy the moment. Usually that involves someone who's managed to make their way to the depths of my shit list, which is actually in most cases, difficult to achieve. But there are one or two people who seem to annually occupy a semi-permanent spot there.
I'm not a person who holds grudges or feels a need for revenge but I also don't care for being taken advantage of. All I ever really ask is that people give an honest effort. I've actually told people that if it ever appears or is abvious that I'm upset with them over a mistake, to just ignore me. That it means nothing. That I'll be better in a moment. That we'll get it right next time.
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