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I don't know what to save you from.

I don’t know what to save you from.

How do you make something out of nothing?

The blank, white screen stares back at you. Seconds, minutes, pass by; yet nothing appears. Type. Hit backspace repeatedly. Delete. Nothing suits you right. It cannot be helped. Start again from scratch.

I think people are getting a tad bit outspoken lately. They know they are going to go, which is why they are not worried of the consequences – of spilling the beans, that is. The least one can do is to gripe, gripe, and, well – gripe some more. Ultimately, when you are out, nothing else matters anymore to you. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, eh?

So I was seated there, being bombarded with profanities and harsh criticisms from both directions, my eyes swinging from left to right, and back again. I became distantly aware that I was twirling my water bottle – all the while, I was going “Whoa!” in my head. As much as I love (and am glad) to hear that I have not been the only one feeling disgruntled all this while, I felt uneasy hearing such callous comments – although I was not the one being verbally attacked. Just as I thought it had settled down, it would start up again; almost like a vicious cycle.

People you think have been saccharinely sweet and innocent all this while come out into the open, and boy, do they talk. I believe I would have fallen into this category myself (ahem!) – except that I seem to do better in writing than speaking up, for I have lost count of the number of entries ‘dedicated’ to the workplace.

All in all, it was quite a mind-numbing experience. I figured that out there somewhere, the person we were talking about must have sneezed at least a dozen times.

No doubt in my mind that even I must have been the subject of conversations many, many times; be it regarding work or leisure. The thought of it makes me shudder. What, you love having people talking about you? Not like you can lift a finger and make them stop, anyway.

Well, that is office politics for you. Juicy, but risky. Perhaps that is what makes it even more exciting.

“When are you leaving?”
“Soon. Wait – how do you know that I’m leaving?”
Everyone knows.”

Great. So much for making a quick and quiet exit from the workplace.

(Blogger says this is my 500th post.)

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