This morning at work, I was feeling a bit sad so I went into a quiet corner of the building for a few minutes, with a book for company,Ghostwritten by David Mitchell, and after reading only a few pages I felt much better.
In this place nothing changes and I don’t think it will for a long time, not until some people get off their backsides and do something with their lives and be more conscious of their surroundings.
Selfish members of staff who have been here for years take advantage of the sloppiness of their bosses and do as they please, and when things don’t go their way they get stroppy and become easily offended even though they’re the ones who are in the wrong.
Somehow, even though I don’t want to have anything to do with it, I usually end up getting involved, but not this time. This time the culprits can deal with their own problems and sort out their own mess.
Minutes later, after I put the book down and return to the desk, one of the main culprits enters the building, and straight away she walks up to me looking for sympathy. She’s in the shit because one of the bosses had enough and wants to have a word with her, and the culprit wants to tell me her tale, a tale of innocence (a bloody lie, more likely) as she looks for sympathy, but I don’t want to listen to it anymore. I’ve heard it all before and I’m sick of it all. Everyone is but no one seems to be doing a thing about it.
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