Dictatus
I must say it was one of the life's bravest moment. If there was a nomination for the worst, most demoralising, depressing dressing-down, it's gotta be yesterday evening's script. It was really bad, to a stage that qualified to pull the trigger to summon buckets of tears. Yes, my eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to explode like a release dam but I sat there, staring blankly at the desktop. Glad I survived it.
I must say I was astonished with the infallible courage that night. Didn't even head to the restroom. Sat there and did what I could to rectify and complete the job with a tsunami-wreck and ache in my gut.
