I really don’t understand. On the one hand, you harangue and pester me about my deadlines. You harass me for things I haven’t done, telling me to get it done quickly. You give silly deadlines that don’t make sense to everyone.¬†Yet, when I’ve rushed the work through nights and holidays, you refuse to deal with the work I’ve given, thereby proving that the deadline isn’t urgent at all. What am I supposed to think?

Teachers’ Day be damned. All we want is just to get on with our lives outside of work, not to be thrown into a morass of more work.