For the past 2 months or so I've been constantly berated for working past 7 on any day.
As a result, I've consistently not worked in the evenings, despite knowing that really I should. Not because I've been given an excuse not to, but because I just can't put up with the constant telling me I'm wrong and general superiority.
More and more it's occurred to me that really I should've just done what I wanted - not least now that I've discovered she's been starting work 2 hours before me. And her exams are a month later than mine.
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