Friday, March 9

The Workplace, the office. What ever you call it, its still the same place. Its a breeding grounds of egos, where man stand nobly firm on their selfish notions they call principles. There is no peace, no security, no tolerance , for error or for nonsense. They mature their childish behaviors by using stronger and harsher words like " manipulating"

Your colleagues hide their true identities and abilities, in fear of being challenged to go beyond the limitations of their comfort zone. They push the blame to another to save their hides, and try their best to outshine each other. Its a urban jungle where only the fittest and wittiest survives.

Grief covers faces of those who desires a mutuality between comrades of the same cause, to earn a living to continue running their miserable lives, they see no light in the things they do. They seek contentment in sustaining a daily chore that accumulates while they decay away.

And the boss, yes your typical average , oversized and pampered, obnoxious boss. He sits in his chair, thinking of ways to expand his already overstretched business, he rule with a iron hand, his words hold life to your career. Fear creeps and scourge the area he patrols and his associates "lick his boots". This butt kissers know that they are at this man's mercy, and just continue to miserably feel his ego.

also this colleague, whom i grew fond of, made me felt like i have been cheated some way, i thought wrongly of this colleague, freshness were the conversations that occurred. cheated. humiliated. whatever you call it.

the harsh reality of the working world. Ivan welcome to the real world.

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