Job #1: Nice Guys Finish Last
Reality is a cruel mistress. You think you are fine with her, you're both on the same page, and then *WHAM* she slaps your face to make sure you still have a little bit of sense left in you. The cold hard facts are that I am a nice person. I go out of my way to make sure others are comfortable. But what happens when the tables are turned on you?
A dear old lady, whom I have loved since the day she became my co-worker, thinks I'm a cold-blooded, gossip-ridden young fool. The irony of it all is that the culprit in the matter is someone she has befriended.
My solution, whether right or wrong, is silence. I have not betrayed the real culprit. Reality is lonely and unfair, but I refuse to return the "favor" it has given me by slapping others in the face.
Job #2: A Man Believes Women Are Useless
Except for reproduction, I have a co-worker who believes women should be void of existence. At least, that is my interpretation. The very same evening he spewed this non-sense he calls his "beliefs", I held the door open for him. I was trying to prove a point. He walked out of the opened door as my trap was about to be set: "Thank you," he says. "Are you sure I handled that well enough?" I retort. He stares at me like a blank piece of paper. Before he could come up with any words, I fire back at him, "Apparently, I'm useful enough to hold a door open for a man..."
Haven't heard any rubbish since that night.
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