It’d be a perfect lie to say I am totally satisfied with my lines of work and the office settings I live in and what not. Those are not the things I am about to put into this entry, however, but I will rather tell you about the war I have to fight every single day at one of the offices.

You see, there’s this person I work with that I do not quite get. I do not understand his motives and his behaviour, and I always seem to fail to comprehend his malice when, as a consequence, I pay the price.

I perfectly understand competition, and I am quite a competitive little person myself - ask anyone, but this sort of twisted scheming I am not used to. It shocked me time and again how this person stabbed me in the back, for no obvious reason but to hinder what progress I would be making.

Then I could not tolerate it any longer.

I am not loud. I think being loud is such a vulgar thing, but there was this one time when I yelled at this “person” for a straight 15 minutes. The look on his face, his mumbling to himself in confusion, and his reaction as a whole were priceless. Since that day on, I have had little or no hassles at the office.

Think not if someone is polite that they lack in voice. Revenge is a sweet dish best served cold, so say some and so pray some.

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