Frustrated.

I put in my time.

You can ask my sickly wife, whom I am parted from regularly.

I go in late.

I go in early.

And I rehearse aloud.

I'm very frustrated today; only a single of my Shipmates and myself had come in over the weekend for a significant span of time with the purpose of assembling the brief. My Grouplead, and another, put in a sum of forty-five minutes, and the resultant heat was unleashed upon the entirety of the group.

So frustrated with us was a man that I admire - who is arguably the only person to connect with me on a one-on-one basis in a Military setting - that he stood up and left for the duration of our brief.

I was crushed.

I feel like my reputation was compromised by someone else's shortcomings.

I know that to not be entirely true, but there is still an ugly feeling within me that hurts.

When being questioned as to the integrity of our group, I stated the time I put in.
I said, "I was told to come in 1800. I do not like the time of 1800, because I typically speak to my wife at this hour, but I came in at 1700 until 1945 for the purposes of assembling the brief."
He asked who assembled the brief. I said the brief had been locked and was inaccessible. As such, I had come in early with the person who had locked it, and assembled it myself before-hours.

My Grouplead attested that he had said, "1600," and not "1800."

That's untrue. We've come in 1800 every day of the week.
It's irrational for it to simply change over the weekend.

As we departed, I inquired, "When will we be coming in?"

My Grouplead scoffed and mocked me: "We'll pick a time you like."

I was so angry. So hurt. I put in more time than you.

You loosed irate instructors upon the group.

You take me away from my wife when she is ill.

Don't you dare paint me as some sort of favored child.

...In conclusion, I've brought you Gymnopedie No. 3, an Erik Satie's masterpiece for piano transcribed for Guitar, where its somber sounds (compared to the other, happier Gymnopedies, No. 1, and No.2) are highlighted.