Yesterday was a draining day. My boss got quite… frustrating and tiring. I don’t know what he’s really driving at but I get the feeling he’s really trying hard to model my team into some UK-based practices. Which I don’t entirely buy into. It didn’t help that yesterday was a hectic day and I ended up ranting to BV (the client service director who’s a dear friend and ally) and we both ended up going to the dream-king to try to clarify some work process matters. Because in the previous meeting just half an hour before I ranted to BV, the dream-king was making so much sense. He was clearly expressing what he needed from my team and what our roles are given the actual work process we’re doing. And so we were there in his office, which remained unlit and dim in the late afternoon. The blinds were half-drawn and the filtered sun softly tinged the room in gold, falling on half the dream-king’s face as he talked so much sense that I actually liked him again and forgave him his previous arrogance if only because he validated me right at that moment when I needed it even when he unknowingly did so.