Big Trouble in Little Mexico

I'll let you all in on something. If, hypothetically speaking, you were to lose your temper and mouth off to two of your colleagues, and then they were to tell your boss about it, here would be your punishments:

1. participating in a sit-down mediation with the two colleagues (them against me -- somehow the boss thought this wouldn't be a problem when I pointed that out);
2. writing a 'letter of commitment' for the boss (no real elaboration on what exactly that means); and
   
3. writing a research paper on the themes of frustration and interrelationships (are there any outerrelationships?)

This incident has been the cause of much tension and annoyance for me, as I feel that I have eaten more than my share of the proverbial humble pie, and also that the whole incident has been blown way out of proportion. Seriously. They told on me.

In other news, we didn't go away for this long weekend (research papers take time to research, especially when the computers you are using to research have web filters, and block most research sites). Instead, we managed to squeeze in a viewing of the moving dramatic film 2012. The epic trials and tribulations of John Cusack versus nature cannot be applauded enough, and were rather understated. This is definitely a fore-runner for the upcoming Academy Awards. (In all seriousness, it is a pretty good disaster movie, as far as these things go. If you need to turn off your brain for 152 minutes, check it out.)