Found out that the thing at work was all a misunderstanding---my supervisor had exaggerated what my coworker actually said, and we worked it out. I'm awfully glad that I asked her about it rather than just yelling at her. So I feel better. I'm not the bug anymore, although it did occur to me today that how great can it be to be the windshield? You wind up with bug splatter all over you, that is kind of disgusting.
After I posted yesterday, I popped in a Pink Panther movie and tried to forget about the bad day. Now I'm watching a movie called Anonymous, which proposes the theory that an Earl actually wrote Shakespeare's plays. The old Shakespeare was a fraud ploy. That one is almost as bad as the one that keeps cropping up that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene. I wonder why people choose to believe these 'ploys', rather than what has been accepted. Granted, I'm not saying that we should accept everything that is told us, only to be skeptical when somebody comes up with some new theory that goes against everything that has been accepted before. I still believe that Shakespeare wrote everything that is attributed to him. Period. End of sentence.
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