I leave for four days. Four. And the compound goes at each other, again?
Know why I was gone so long? Job interview. On campus.
The folks at each other's throats need to walk a mile in the other's shoes. No. Scratch that. They need to walk a mile in my shoes. Heels. The only things that match the interview suit. Enjoy the blood blisters too. My feet are torn up, but I nailed that interview.
To come back to the compound in a war zone, well, that just takes the high of the victory down a notch.