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A certain Lieutenant of a man of War, under the Command of my Lord Torrington, having, in the Engagement with Spaniards in the Mediterranean, one of his Arms shot off within a few Inches of his Shoulder, while the Surgeon was dressing it could not forbear laughing; one standing by, ask'd him the Reason. Why, said he, I cannot help thinking of a Wish I have often made, that a certain Part about me was as long as my Arm, and now I believe it is three or four Inches longer.

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I also find it quite annoying that I'm expected to boss the new girl around and, basically, manage her, while I really have NO basis for doing so - I do not outrank her in any way, shape or form, and have no authority to make her do anything. I can't get her in trouble, scold her, or do anything to her if she choose to stand around not doing anything. Since I am not in a REAL position of authority, yet am expected to act as though I am, the overall effect is to make it look as though I am powertripping/being bossy/being a bitch.