I was wrong.

Karma has a nasty was of biting me in the ass.

It was the first day as manager for one of the recent employee promotions, and I couldn't help but internally criticise the kid for his lack of professionalism as a manager. Karma took this as a prideful action, as it was viewed as if I was this flawless person. To get back at me, Karma teamed up with Fate and Circumstance to cause a failure in judgement involving a pair of individually purchased tickets needing to be changed to the correct show times.

In the end, he was perfect and I was in the wrong. Tomorrow I will have to sign a document explaining the situation, which is so complicated I had to print out a bullet-point breakdown of the event just for it to make sense to me in the morning.

I would post it here, but admitting that I'm in the wrong is probably the best thing I could do as a person. I mean, everyday I observe behavior from both my family and other people where they blame "the other person" for something that was their own mistake. This isn't a pride thing; I just think more people should learn how to admit they are wrong when they are wrong.