Working in such an environment, day in day out...you see People. All sorts of people.
Some would sniffle around, like old dogs with an alert nose...they can pick your stench from far away. They can tell if you're gonna make it big someday or if you'll just waste 20 years here and still sitting at your old cubicle. You can see their eyes shine when they look you in the eyes, words that comes out from their droopy lips are usually fake-sounding. They smile and get really friendly with you. But deep down inside, only a very minor percentage are sincere.
Some just sit there the whole day, doing their stuff...afraid to comment about anything, thinking they would lose their job if they dare to part those lips. These...are usually those people that have been sitting in the same cubicle for the past 20 years. Those that dont make it. But at least, they get to keep their jobs till today. And it's probably a wise thing to do. Occasionally, they would roll eyes up while keeping their heads down whenever there are people talking. But they will still remain quiet. Deep down inside, i'm pretty sure they have got things to say...but reality bites them the hardest. Most of them have a few smaller mouths they have to feed back home. Who could blame them?
Others belong to the reptile category. These are spineless thieves that we should all be very careful not to trifle with. Whenever they catch a glimpse of victory, they will come marching in with their best outfit and most resounding shouts. Whenever there's a puddle of poo, they would also be the first to high-tail out of the scene, leaving no trace of their existence. Clever and smart-witted snakes. Some can be poisonous too though most are toothless, only good at the ancient art of tai-chi.
What i've become...? I am slowly falling into one of the above. For i fear, i no longer have the will nor the energy to resist. The dark side has taken hold of my soul. I think i'm gonna rot in the bottomless pit and never find redemption.
3 comments:
We're moved by the culture, moved by the peers. Trying to resist the stereotype, trying to find 1% of possibilities to make a difference, but still standing at the edge. :) Not sure whether you remember who am I, a girl called Lilian ;) Wondering whether you've read the book called "Tuesdays with Morris"
Very dramatic and tragic write-up...
Yah. I've heard abt that lilian. Resistance can be futile sometimes. Though I'm still vying for that 1%, we r only human.
Mp, tragic but true. Just sometimes it may not seem that apparent and u can forget that such things exist for a while. xD
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