He wants to make cider out of my blood...

I find myself being taken more and more to task by Tyion these days. I really think I've hit a nerve by letting Ruby go for a while, and my recent faux-pas with her office hasn't done much to improve our relationship. There's nothing overtly hostile about his tone, but it's clear he's looking for ways to demonstrate I'm really not up to the job.

I know he's doing it, and by rights I should put him in his place, but it's odd. I find myself genuinely speechless at times. I've done absolutely nothing wrong, nothing I feel regret for, and yet when I try to convince him I can say nothing but stammer and wilt in the face of his scorn. Hah. After all the madness I've endured over the years, the plethora of impossible creatures and people I've faced down, the one thing that finally overcomes me are the stinging barbs of a co-worker. Fate better be enjoying this, because I sure as hell don't see the funny side of this hateful irony.

Damn the Guardians. Damn this whole wretched business. I wish it had never begun.

Crisis

I released a statement on Thursday to the community, sacking Ruby. What is happening to me? I watched with glee as she deliberatly riled up the antagonists of the Liason arguments barely a year ago, and now here I am giving her the walking papers. Is this my world now? Administration, paperwork, and the stifling of independant thought?

I may be able to justify my decision in a number of ways, but that still doesn't mean I am proud of it.

I need to find Echo. She will be able to make sense of it all.