one tequila shot

attempted a mutiny, and failed pathetically.

discovered that i cannot say NO directly to his face.
discovered that my resolve weakened when he hemmed and hawed his way out.
discovered that it takes more than guts to stand up to him, we forgot cunning.
discovered too that there are many ways to put your own foot in your mouth.

in the end, a compromise was agreed. both of us swallowed our disappointment gamely although afterwards i can't help feeling miserably depressed.

keeping up the smile with the labmates' support is much easier than brooding alone.

and also found my substitute for tequila shots. you're a much better option than getting drunk. gracias.