I know the economy sucks. I know I don’t have the safety net that I thought I’d always have:  another income and medical insurance for life. I know my job provides me with the income and the insurance.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t exercise the one power I do have: defining how much shit I will take.

My work environment, especially because it is so utterly dysfunctional, will be shaped by the boundaries I set. I can either leave them at the default margins of “chaos” or set my own.

On Friday, the margins finally pushed my limit and I asserted myself in a professional manner in an unprofessional environment.

On Monday, I will still have a profession, and I will feel more chipper.