Slither

 If this weekend has taught me anything it's that absolutely nobody has your back at work. Everyone is out for their own gain. I don't know why i'm always so shocked when this happens. Maybe because I genuinely want to be friends with most everyone. I spent my whole life fighting and clawing my way and i'm just so tired of it now that the idea of sabotaging someone is insane to me. Thus I invest in people who aren't worth two cents. People who backstab me. Tell on me and then think I'm stupid like i'll never find out. All I know is i never want drama like I had this weekend and now that I know who the snake is, buddy, call me Neville Longbottom because I will decapitate you. I am so much a better worker than you are, I'm more versatile, consistent, I have better customer service skills than you and sure, you may have experience on me but you stick yourself to one position and never look farther ahead. You're short sighted and that's why you will always be miserable. That's why you'll always feel left out because all you do is just try to bring others down. Karma will get you. I don't have to do anything to make it happen. It will and it will be sweet. You tried to ruin my relationship with people I genuinely care about. I will keep my distance far, far away from you. I don't need people like you in my life anymore. 

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