Like any sane, emotionally stable, person, I held it together. As my priorities, accomplishments, and even character were ripped to shreds, however politely, the bubbling anger within me stayed put. I didn't let it spill out of my ears or funnel it into a menacing glare. I took what they had to say, (especially because it was partially founded) and filed it away.
And as everyone nodded and walked out of the room, feeling resolved, I marched to my car and pounded the loudest, screamiest music in my collection directly through the speaker. I drove by the school for good measure, and took my anger out at red lights, stop signs, and slow drving pedestrians.
But it overall was a bad day.
The worst part is, the person who facilitated this meeting let it happen. She knew the entire time EXACTLY what was going on. She led them into it, veiling the attack as an open discussion. Which is complete bullshit. What kind of open discussion does "Are you one hundred percent committed?" entail? It doesn't, because there is only one answer. There was no reasoning back to an entire crowd.
I hate people sometimes.
Work didn't help my mood, either. I had a redneck cowboy hit on my seventeen year old friend and proceed to tell me that he refused to let me serve him "because a man's job is a man's job and a woman's job is a woman's job." I forgot that ignorant morons still existed in the world, but this one jolted me back to reality. This cowBOY proceeded to stand in the drive thru driveway and stare down my female coworker until our boss told them to take a hike.
I was going to tell them to do something far less friendly, so it was a good thing she was there.
The only difference between the dirty redneck and my attackers, it seems, is that the cowboy was honest.
There is something malevolently wrong with an ambush. Teeth bared, chests heaving, each of the attackers barely able to hold back in anticipation for the violence to erupt. I knew there was something up when three people reminded me that we had a "prom meeting" today at lunch, but when everyone in the room didn't look me in the eye for a solid twenty minutes, I knew that I was in over my head.