I expected as much.
I pulled the same thing with teachers. From at least the 5th
grade onwards that I can recall, "One paragraph" consisted of a
single indentation, and filling up as much paper as was
available.
Complaints of "run on sentence", "More than a paragraph"
abounded in red pen. Did I stop? No. I was going to overwhelm
the teacher. My thoughts were, "You want the answer? Oh, you'll
get the answer alright".
It was my way of sorting out teacher capabilities. If they were
going to grade *me*, I was going to grade *them*. I never held
teachers at a higher level, not after my 2nd grade teacher was a
man-hating idiot. The only woman I ever hated. They were just
older and were my teachers due to their assigned position and an
accident of timing of birth.
I had the same opinion of bosses. Never had a fear. I could've
been them in different circumstances. I do my job at a
beyond-expectations level but I don't do it for them. I do it as
a test of myself for myself. Their needs were secondary. That it
happened to make each company significant unexpected profit due
to my efforts didn't matter. I just wanted to test my
capabilities and get a paycheck. Their business wasn't mine.
