Every now and again we experience a Fellini moment. Those moments when the situation is so off-the-wall and bizarre that you wonder if it is really happening or if somehow you have become a character in Fellini film but then you remember that he's dead and you're not Italian so you must be awake and actually experiencing this.
I had a moment like that today. I had one of those pin-ball machine-like verbal exchanges full of sharp tones that jump from one thing to the next and never go anywhere or solve anything with my line manager. I'm taking this out of context but at one point she said to me and I quote, "Ramona, you are miserable."
And I wonder to myself in what context or under what circumstances or on what planet this would ever be acceptable . . .