This morning when I woke up from bed, I was assailed by this powerful feeling that it's high time I got out of the black den. I was practically dragging my feet to get here! Okay...i drag my feet everyday, but today, it was extra, extra draggy feet and all.
I knew then that there's no way my career can grow despite the many reviews that this is a great place for career growth. Great place, my foot! That probably applies to those who belong in this place. All I see is that every other person (who belongs - belong with a capital B - to this cursed place) here seem to be moving forward...except for me.
It's like I'm stuck in this stagnant pool of mud with no way out! A pool the size of Lake Taupo, at that. Every step I take in every direction only seem to pull me towards the deeper end of the mud. If I don't hightail my way out of the mud soon, I might just get sucked into the whirlpool of sticky, stinking, soiled, slave-driving, sorry state of a work-place that I call office.
Okay, I am usually a very calm and collected person. Never mind that sometimes I carry a hatchet and hack everyone who crosses me...in my mind, of course. But this morning, I woke up feeling really, really antagonistic. And I don't like it! This place is changing me, poisoning my thoughts, criplling my abilities, stagnating my brain waves, influencing me...Oh god! I'm becoming one of those whinning zombies working at the black den!!! OK,Ok,ok...I cool, I'm calm...I shall not give in to this dramatic urge.
Think positive, think positive, think positive! I shall wield my oh-so-powerful shield and sword, and march to work with my defenses up against the dark fortress. Nothing can penetrate my shield! If that doesn't work, I can always get a nuclear bomb and just blast this god-forsaken place!...Errr...nope, that's the dark forces trying to get the terrorist in me to speak up...NEVER!!! I shall succeed on my own! Hmmm...I need a plan (*scratch beardless chin*)(*thoughtful*).
To be continued...
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