Friday, April 02, 2010
Honey taste sweeter than Vinegar.
Havoc happened at work as usual.
Conflict arose, and I swear I played no part in starting it.
Its one of those days when you're happily running the daily work routines, and some sorely unhappy soul approaches you and blasts you with her negative energy.
Words become harsh, and issues become personal. Shit happens, all the time.
So it lit my fuse, and started my dynamite. Kaboom, someone got hurt. Ego wise, not physically. =)
So at least I myself clear that I didn't spark the unhappiness, she just chose a wrong target to blame =)
Its that kind of a situation where women usually lament: "Men are all pigs" , and say it right in the face of a guy.
Or the kind where guys usually assume: "Women are simply gold-diggers" right in the face of a female colleague.
These comments usually are meant to just vent, and perhaps bring about better ego boosting by doing it right in front of the intended party, expecting them to just shun, express disgust, and maybe walk off.
Well, she did it to me, blaming me for her demise on what happened during my OFF day. and she picked the wrong guy to mess with. =)
First, she tried to degrade my qualifications. 2 tries left.
Second, she verbally attacked me in the PANTRY when i was innocently filling up my bottle, by raising her voice at me. Thats 2 items, so no chances left.
You just asked for an Edwin to retaliate verbally. Bad move old girl.
So I began my onslaught back at what she said, with forced courtesy that obviously pissed her off. Next came my series of attacks that caught her dumbfounded. =)
And i brought the whole game to the next level. "The first strike is always the hardest". So i alerted 'management' about my 'assasination' that I tactically fended off in the PANTRY this morning. Office Warfare. Losers Quit.
Then it boiled down to the same old method, the 'Heart to Heart' meeting. and she had to resort to that lousy trick the female species is blessed with. She CRIED.
Old girl cries, young punk made to look like bully. IMMD.
I am the victim here. wow. FML .
And magically, manager popped the desperate question during the meeting.
"So what is your problem now?"
She replies: "I don't know" .
If she didn't know, that means that she didn't have a valid agenda to justify her verbal assault.
With no justification, it meant that she was merely venting.
So, why me, old girl. Do i LooK docile and bulliable?
Again, wrong move old girl. =)
Eventually, the meeting came to an 'amicable' closing. Yeah right.
Usually, the losing party will either concede, or refuse to accept fact, and decide to enter this hyper-delusional state whereby they tell themselves :'I have seen the light'.
Yeah right, the light that shines through from an open window. How bout you embrace it by jumping spreading your wings out of the window?
Miracles happen.
She was asked to help out outside today.
And she came in, with the ultimate smug of someone who swapped sides.
Not genuinely enjoying the 'other side' but just happy that she's not doing the old stuff.
''I loved it outside, its so much more fun than staying in here" .
Wow. That was fast. She just spilled her passion about working behind the scenes to us 2 days ago.
well, winner in loser out. thats an ole rule aint' it?
Posted at 12:49 AM