I hate petty tyrants!! (rant) How do you deal with the petty tyrants in your life?! Arrgh!!! I can't stand it today!
→[More:]My tyrant today, like many days, is saying to me, "go tell your group that the sky is green."
So at first I stare at him in disbelief, unable to come up with a snappy answer, I mumble a bit, and he immediately implies that I'm not a team player.
So I go back to my computer and look up the anatomy of the eyeball, trying to formulate a one-sentence (because oh he's way too busy to listen to any more than that from a peon [+woman] like me) explanation about rods and cones and why the sky can't possibly be green. I'm smart, so I come up with one. (In the meantime, I vent to a few people, including a curious five-year-old who overhears, who is puzzled and says "he's wrong, the sky is blue!")
I present the sentence to the tyrant, who says, oh, yeah, ok, you're right, but stop badmouthing me to five year olds, and then immediately forgets the whole thing, except for the fact that I now have a reputation as a troublemaker.
AAAAGH!
And at this time, not dealing with the petty tyrant is not an option.
How do
you do it?!
(/rant)