Monday, March 28, 2011

March Resolution

I don’t pretend to be a patient person, but I can try. 
I am not denying that I have a short fuse; yet I will contain it within limits if need be.
But there are some things I cannot make an exception of. The idea is just preposterous.
You expect me to respect you because you’re a mother, a senior in our department and a human being. The fact that I haven’t done anything to you yet proves the fact that I believe in God. Oh, and Respect, from the mountains where I come from, it’s a word intertwined with Ethics and Honor. You don’t have any. Pigs flying has more possibilities of me respecting you.
It’s nothing personal. I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass if you're a liar, a cheat who kisses ass; or a narrow-minded back-stabbing bitch. I could try to understand and respect that you’re the way you are. However, should you give me more stress than I already have at work, don’t expect me to swallow it quietly. I am not some newbie you could push around. I can tell you know that, which is the reason why you haven’t been in my radar until February.
Simply admitting that you’re wrong would have been less painful. I was helping you correct your error. You had to point fingers. And lied. Blaming someone else you could push around. Which is a mistake. Because I know everyone’s work. And I have studied 6 months of your work, you make similar mistakes, and give similar excuses by blaming someone else (so predictably easy to destroy). to add insult to injury, knowing the error, you repeated it the week after. How stupid can you get?

Take note. I too am human just like Cain was and I am a person moved by necessity. Should circumstances coincide where I would need to do something…well you should know what I mean by that. This is my March Resolution. I will be honest at work even when others are not (a.k.a. Make your life a living hell). Every mistake you make; I will document and report.
Oh I also added a side note. For you to extend every Friday shift so I can watch you work miserably.
I can’t wait for April. Let’s see you survive this month.
Better Left Unsaid