Memories of angst.

Through various diversion in paths, I have landed back where I fled two years ago. Although, there is a difference - a different unit and manager. The old unit and manager are still here.
One might say little has changed. Certainly, in positive terms, that is the case. However, it has changed vastly for the manager.
Feeling strangled and trapped, I used to argue with him. I found his treatment of his staff outrageous, but I did little to prevent it. I was powerless, so I left. The sun came out, the day I left, and I saw balloons in the sky.
The Universe decided my path was to be rocky, exciting and challenging. As well as life-changing.
As I sit at my desk, I hear my old manager arguing with his staff on a daily basis. If he had given me a pay rise two years before I left, as I requested, he wouldn't be facing a ferocious subordinate who challenges his every decision.
I relish that.
However, I yearn to yell at them all to shut their mouths. They distract me from my work. They will never resolve their issues without one of two things happening: the manager leaves or all his staff leave. No ground can be regained on the path to respect. Not for this manager. He has lost the confidence of his colleagues. He is a joke. An annoying joke who cannot avoid confrontation by his nature.
That his staff are confrontational has diminished them in my eyes. Head down and weather the storm. That was my approach, until pushed too far. Then I would hide in my work again. They are brazen. They are contradictory to their cause; doing themselves no favours.
Alas, this is my burden that I must bear, because everything else in my life right now is fantastic.
Without a burden, we lose sight of the beauty in our lives.