Blog Jamaica » Tis the season to short days, long nights and cat fights
written by Tami, published 2009-Nov-18, comment
Notice how the weather has slowly moved from boiling hot to overcast-cool these days? Notice how you get to sleep a little bit longer and spend a little less time at work? This is all for a cause. Dont feed the monkeys. I love this kind of weather, but it garners people around the office and home sneezing their sockets out. Sniffling here and there, nasty snot tissues on the floor. But sometimes, everyone needs that good sneeze to get the bullshit out. I dont get in fights with open minded persons but i do with the padlocked ones. Dam dingbats! frigging fonts! To each his own.
I have been aquaintances with this tough foot, female wrestler looking girl at work for over a year now. This relationship began with much caution as we were introduced at lunch while she was telling a story of how the evening before she stabbed a guy several times because she was trying to say something and he wasn't lending an ear, instead going on and on. I kept my distance, occasionally joining to have lunch and gossip a little. Everyone gossips, just in different ways. Her demeanor was bullish and bossy and persons around the office preferred it to be business as usual when it came to her. Ghetto.It's either her way or the high way.
Due to drastic changes in the sector, I was thrown in the lions mouth when [they] decided to close my department and transfer me to where baby bull resided. She hindered my work, chatting constantly about some other persons business or the many problems she had in her life. I realised that I couldn't fade away into my music and produce outstanding work anymore, or it could just be a silly excuse that my new duties were even more boring than the last or just that i wasn't adjusting to the change very well.
Something, somewhere had changed. I think i liked the fact that she was occasional when i was not so close, but now she was there 24-7. Annoying. It's funny how things are when the gossip is now about you. I didn't confront her because quite frankly i didn't want to get stabbed, so i spoke with her supervisor about it. A meeting was called and i turned out to be the "bad guy". It seemed her bark was alot louder than her bite. Tears rolled down her face, difficulty to catch her breath as i told her of my discovery. She asked to be excused from the meeting, but it was denied and from then I began getting that feeling that something was about to pop off any moment now. Shoot, i left my Ninja gear at home. Dammit.
Nothing happened but now i'm seen as the one who took the bully off her high horse.
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