In the first week, everyone was civil and polite to each other. The niceness managed to survive through second week and everyone was convinced that it would remain so. By the third week, I’ve already had 3 different parties approaching me as their potential ally. Ladies and gentlemen, the curtain has been officially unveiled.
Le office politics. Seductive and tempting as it is, so not my cup of tea. It’s not easy to be a neutral party. After listening to a variety of stories about one incident by so many different people, my mind has become so saturated that all I could do was muttering half-hearted responses that snobbish old me would normally scoff at. It’s so exhausting this neutrality business, sometimes I would even contemplate turning “neutrality” into another battling camp. Office politics so what, lets join the game!
Little kids trapped in hairy, adult bodies battling it out with underhanded tactics and imaginary scandals. Tell me what is more fun to watch? Everything stares back at you in its truest form. That’s the prestige of being a fencesitter. So true, so raw and so ugly that you can’t help but to take multiple looks at yourself in the mirror to check and confirm that you have not transformed into one of them. Surely it must be tiring to be constantly dissatisfied with your colleagues, but isn’t it more tiring trying not to be dissatisfied with them?
Are you lost yet at this point? Because I am.
But I fear nothing now, I have found another peace of mind in the form of this….
450 gm of strawberry goodness.
Filled to the brim too, mind you.
Bet you didn’t know I have an obsession with Hello Panda.
My parents bought a webcam and microphone so that they could chat with me and I didn’t even ask them to! I want to cry, again 