This Monday:
He would spend days breathing down my neck, giving instructions then reverting to the original. My writing seemed irrelevant to my post here. Though my writing was the reason I was hired, the seemingly mandatory procedure of treating me like a child took precedence over skill.
Perhaps I am, by nature, too inquisitive to settle for routinised process and old-method of treating someone as the underdog because 'that is how it's done around here'. I realise that I might be the common denominator in this one, but I refuse to accept the idea of degrading, ultimately undermining someone's ability to rise to the occasion due to the amount of time that that person has spent in the assigned position.
I take no issue with being humbled, I merely find people who use titles as an authoritative joker-card to disguise being threatened by my potential slightly offensive.
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