I shouldn't have laksa for breakfast. It makes me fiery tempered.
But maybe it wasn't the laksa. Maybe it was the colleague who called this morning.
Maybe it was his stupid insinuations, his wanting to take over the decisions in my job, and his thinking that his department is the most important in the entire stupid organisation.
What does that make him, the king of the dunghill? And I am a lowly footman.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
King of the dunghill
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2 comments:
sigh... small minded people of the world unite...
there's one in every organisation... unfortunately... it's pathetic how these fools and losers try to grab something so transient and illusory and make it their own, thinking that the so-called power can feather their nest and keep them warm on a cold night... or comfort and heal them when they're sick and dying... bleah...
I probably over-reacted. He is a good guy. Just human I guess.
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