Superficiality
My manager tells me that Hafiz is finally handing in his resignation letter after an particularly awfully dispute between them both. That’s two years plus of youth gone down the drain for Hafiz. I’m in no position to back Hafiz up because it’s true that he is a slacker. So am I. That’s why I’m in no position to voice out anything to make my manager keep Hafiz. I know Mariah as Hafiz’s girlfriend will follow suit. That’s two fun colleagues gone. It ain’t my manager’s fault, neither does the fault lie with Hafiz. Both of them just had their opinions of what’s right & what’s not clashing since forever. Somehow this has to end.
U don’t know how adventurous working at 77th street is with lurking politics. The view from outside the shop is a vast difference from the real world inside. U see an ordinary group of sales assistances buzzing around the shop on busy days, & hear merry laughter during lazy afternoons. We’re oh-so ordinary from the view outside the shop u think we get along ordinarily too. Remember, u can’t see people gripping onto knives with the glass counters obstructing.
On ordinary days with no PMS-ing colleagues & Kin the irksome, everybody just wanna get through one more day in the shop peacefully (aka no arguments & random shit). We joked, gossiped & sometimes had the craziest fun with the mannequin wigs when the manager ain’t around; trying our best to create the best working environment we could to pass another day peacefully.
Just wait til someone cracks under pressure & I tell u, it’s scary stuff.
Look at Hafiz & my manager, one of them has to go to put an end to all this shit & of cuz, that person is no way gonna be the manager. Uber saddening outcome to their heated argument. No matter how I used to be irritated when Hafiz messes up the shop, how I used to grumble while tidying up, I still don’t wish to see things end this way. If politics are still gonna persist after Hafiz’s departure, I really really had no comments on 77th anymore.
Beyond the jokes & merry laughter, everybody knows deep down that we can’t really count on one another out of work. Though KTV sessions, celebration dinners & new year chalet is hella fun shit, I had to remind myself to keep our relationship a fair weathered one. I guess everyone else in 77th thinks the same way as I do. No one shares their thought, that’s all. We all had our own true friends out of work we can really count on. No one sees the need to try molding some out of our working colleagues. No one tries not to hurt one another with gossips. No one knows that I know how they used to gossip behind my back too; I used to have too much entertainment value for them not to talk about me if u understand what I’m talking about.
Tell me about superficiality.
My manager tells me that Hafiz is finally handing in his resignation letter after an particularly awfully dispute between them both. That’s two years plus of youth gone down the drain for Hafiz. I’m in no position to back Hafiz up because it’s true that he is a slacker. So am I. That’s why I’m in no position to voice out anything to make my manager keep Hafiz. I know Mariah as Hafiz’s girlfriend will follow suit. That’s two fun colleagues gone. It ain’t my manager’s fault, neither does the fault lie with Hafiz. Both of them just had their opinions of what’s right & what’s not clashing since forever. Somehow this has to end.
U don’t know how adventurous working at 77th street is with lurking politics. The view from outside the shop is a vast difference from the real world inside. U see an ordinary group of sales assistances buzzing around the shop on busy days, & hear merry laughter during lazy afternoons. We’re oh-so ordinary from the view outside the shop u think we get along ordinarily too. Remember, u can’t see people gripping onto knives with the glass counters obstructing.
On ordinary days with no PMS-ing colleagues & Kin the irksome, everybody just wanna get through one more day in the shop peacefully (aka no arguments & random shit). We joked, gossiped & sometimes had the craziest fun with the mannequin wigs when the manager ain’t around; trying our best to create the best working environment we could to pass another day peacefully.
Just wait til someone cracks under pressure & I tell u, it’s scary stuff.
Look at Hafiz & my manager, one of them has to go to put an end to all this shit & of cuz, that person is no way gonna be the manager. Uber saddening outcome to their heated argument. No matter how I used to be irritated when Hafiz messes up the shop, how I used to grumble while tidying up, I still don’t wish to see things end this way. If politics are still gonna persist after Hafiz’s departure, I really really had no comments on 77th anymore.
Beyond the jokes & merry laughter, everybody knows deep down that we can’t really count on one another out of work. Though KTV sessions, celebration dinners & new year chalet is hella fun shit, I had to remind myself to keep our relationship a fair weathered one. I guess everyone else in 77th thinks the same way as I do. No one shares their thought, that’s all. We all had our own true friends out of work we can really count on. No one sees the need to try molding some out of our working colleagues. No one tries not to hurt one another with gossips. No one knows that I know how they used to gossip behind my back too; I used to have too much entertainment value for them not to talk about me if u understand what I’m talking about.
Tell me about superficiality.
posted by Angie | Sunday, December 18, 2005
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