That office party

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Glycomann

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Dear sane folks,

So today there was this "surprise" birthday party for one of the upper management at lunchtime. I hate work party functions. So I am standing there looking like I want to dart off to anywhere but where I am standing and my sociopathic director and associate director wander over as I'm talking about travel with the only woman in the division I can stand at the moment. Then the turncoat backstabber gunning for a Center level position wanders right up next to me like she was going to frottage my leg. They are talking about flights and lousy service. .... me.. I am exposed to this nonsensical banter. so the director's poop boy starts talking about a trip to San Fran he is going on and a jazz camp he is going to (apparently he plays tenor sax). I exclaim I never know that about you. And his reply was he's not that good but his dog doesn't leave the room anymore. To which I reply so it's a very old dog then? and all the cunts laughed and laughed. I felt like Dexter because there I was an instant hit but inside I was thinking how to kill them all.

Am I OK or is this abnormal?

Sincerely,

G
 
You're normal, at least in my world of criminals, murderers and thieves.
What does frottage mean?
 
It's when people rub up against someone in public until they orgasm. Happens on subways, buses and crowded office parties.
 
You see the problem is people at the upper level of management often have sociopathic tendencies or are are just outright sociopaths. There is a culture up top where fucking one another over or tossing ethical standards out the window for an ounce of personal gain is a natural move. Like that frottage bitch. She is completely incompetent. i remember I took the same mandatory course as she did. Hadn't met her before. When she would ask a question it was hard to tell if she was highly intelligent or just really confused. She covers really well but she is fucking stupid. Her one talent is the ability to throw a colleague under the bus in a way that makes her look good. So when I see her I see that no good can come from her. i know her well enough to know her kids are a mess, her work is a joke and I suspect she has some odd sexual tendencies. So my mind jumps to the conclusion that the world would run better without her. Then i have to purposely make myself numb so the though doesn't manifest into something that seems even more right. Instead I play the game. It is a form of combat where it's against the law to finalize the result in the most primal way but we are predators and that's what comes to mind as a first response. We are all predators competing for the same set of fawns frolicking in the distance waiting to be chased down and eaten.

In the end I made a few jokes at the expense of a colleague and all the cunts sat back in their minds and though how funny glyco is. then I had an interesting conversation about music and nobody died and probably never will.
 
And I was hoping for a happy ending where you go postal and as you walk out the building doors the building explodes destroying any evidence against you.
 
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