Swings and Roundabouts

A bit of a poop day at work. I had been under the impression that my work is valued, but I have now learned that someone else has been tasked with composting my art to create their manure. 
I shouldn't care, I don't like these people, but I've always taken a pride in my work and I am disheartened to find that it is being dismantled for scrap.
On a positive note, that knowledge encouraged me to dig harder in places that matter more.
A lifelong friend who has been distant for valid personal reasons has agreed to share some time with me very soon, and that is more precious than everything else.