I love my boss. She supported me today and other days with the ferocity of a mother tiger. Even though she's younger than I am, I appreciate that about her so much.
The above makes me happy.
The reason she had to defend me makes me unhappy.
That's life. Ya takes da good wit da bad.
(The last sentence was me practicing a New York accent. Last night's dialect workshop was awesome. I'm finally confident enough to do a Scottish accent and an upper-crust British one. Definitely worth the money.)