I was prepared for that meeting where a man said the same things I said. But I wasn’t prepared to hear that in spite of being the project manager, I would need to be trained if I were to act as interface with people on this project. It’s not like I hadn’t been interfacing so far, and the group needed a different kind of interfacing. So I’ve been wearing my cranky pants for a couple of days. There’s a large dent in my motivation as a result, and an even bigger dent in my sense of worth.