Backstabbed

Severely Backstabbed

Hummin': Bad Day by Daniel Powter

I've never met anyone like IT, who can be the nicest, funniest, (heck, even) coolest person one minute and metamorphose into the ugliest, shapeliest monster the next.

She can switch sides just like -that- and manipulate you into thinking you're at fault or are directly involved as a problem's source. She is like an expansive black canopy that screens all your good deeds and highlights the smallest of mishaps. I often wonder how she can turn off her conscience and sleep at night.

I've only been discovering lately just how much she has been nitpicking behind my back, using me as a scapegoat so she can be PERFECT. It enrages me when she small-talks and be all friendly-friendly with me, when I know that she would be stabbing me with a dagger the second I turn my back.

*shivers*

Imagine having to deal with something like IT for 10 hours a day EVERYday.

I've almost given up thrice with all the politics that she plays around with. I mean, how could anyone be that lazy, callous, selfish and bossy still appear like a superduperstar at her job? She's got top management eating out of the palm of her hand, just like the way I used to be.

I'm giving it a last high-ho, because my next horrible discovery will most likely send me straight to the hospital with a letter of resignation the very next day.

Fat and Frustrated

I'm a liar.

I tell myself that I am going to start a healthier diet but I binge when I get home--late at night so no one can see me wreck myself.

I smile at people but in truth, I am gritting my teeth and shooting them dead in my thoughts.

I justify why this job is "worth it," but I am just afraid of what people will say if I suddenly quit.

I act like I'm naive, but I see through every bit of Tupperware-ness these people put on display.

I am deemed sweet and thoughtful, but if only they know how much of a bitch I can be, they would think thrice before crossing me.

I am a liar.

And a DAMN GOOD ONE at that.