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I cannot take this much longer.
I keep saying, "I'm strong, I'm strong. She is but a petty little ant. Don't let her little poisonous pin-pricks get to you".
Don't make it personal.
But maybe I'm not that strong.
My head hurts so much.
And either it's the anger or the stress or the headache or everything, but I cannot see straight. Literally.
God grant me patience and strength and faith.
I need so much faith.
The One With So Many Exclamation Marks It Should Come WIth A Health Warning As Your Head Could Implode
Dear BOIW,
Why do you have to be such an amoeba? Except perhaps even amoebas don't have your level of malice. And twice your mental capacity.
What was the point in telling Big Boss that you'd need a replacement for me before I was transferred to the other unit when in effect, I am doing completely jack-squat? And do you know why I am doing jack-squat? Because YOU as head of our unit, are entrusted with jack-squat. Because you are capable of jack-squat.
And yet.
And yet, due to some karmic mystery possibly involving some offerings of stale coffee and the blood of a thousand corporate bees, Big Boss thinks you are worth so much more!!!! That you are the God-damned technical flippin' expert whose views are sought for every damned thing! Even if your views are the equivalent of telling the Pope that he wears a funny hat! And even then, they don't happen to be your views, do they? They might just happen to be someone else's work which you've passed on, and perhaps because you tend to confuse your possessive nouns, along with your tenses and verbs, you say that it is yours! It's not your fault- you can't help it if the whole world can't understand Inggris!
Excellent! Thank you for providing me with these very valuable lessons in the highly un-subtle art of corporate politicking! Because you, dear BOIW, are as subtle as a sledgehammer to the head as a cure for migraines.
BOIW O BOIW, I have been told to be patient. I have been told that there are ways out of this. I have been told that things could be so much worse. Unfortunately at this juncture even a root canal without Novocain is looking pretty pleasant.
BOIW, if I were you I would thank whatever Gods you believe in (could it be- the Devil?) for the existence of my daughter. For without her, I don't think I'd be able to hesitate in making my recurring fantasy come true. And when I say recurring, I mean it flashes through my mind whenever you walk by and sneer at me, which is pretty much every time you walk by me.
You know the one- where I grab at you (with surgical gloves and wearing a radiation protection suit of course, you should really start acquainting yourself with a shower and bar of soap) and methodically and repetitively bang your empty skull against the floor. And then I snap your twig-like limbs for fun. Snap! Snap! Snap! And then I stomp on your carcass. Stomp! Stomp!
I wish there was an alternate universe where such acts would be applauded. But there isn't, so you are still alive. Until I begin my lessons in telekinesis and learn to fling ABBA files about.
In closing, let me just say that I pray you may live in interesting times.
Because I am benevolent. And human.
Unlike you.
Sincerely (by the way, you may also want to acquaint yourself with the concept of sincerity. Oh, and integrity. Big words, I know. Suck it.)
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