you can do a lot of things to me.
you can call me fat.
you can call me ugly.
you can say i have no fashion sense.
you can tell me my hair & makeup looks like crap.
you can even tell me my breath's bad. my feelers will not be hurt.
accuse me of not doing my job, and i will go medieval on you, and go straight to the top if i have to.
i don't want an apology.
i don't want a 'oh, my bad.'
i don't want anything from you.
but don't you ever, ever try to lump me in with those in my group who have no effing clue about what they are doing - or even care about what they do.
and while i realize what i do isn't curing diseases, saving orphan children or even fixing the nation's financial woes, i do take a certain amount of pride in what i do.
get rid of the vendor, or give me the clearance to pull work from them so i can do my job.
and don't EVER point your accusing finger at me.