Never was one to get caught up in workplace politics,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never wanted to be there, either, but that paycheck is a\npowerful incentive,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Got along well with fellow workers in general even if we\u2019re\ntreading different tracks,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A team environment encourages camaraderie as long as you\ndon\u2019t slack,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in that type of setting you\u2019re also bound to clash with\nothers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Really not much to say, each individual\u2019s an acquired taste,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For every three friends made, two more might not vibe with\nya,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One of life\u2019s unfortunate truths, suck it up and get on with\nit,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Such was the case a few years back, a fellow worker and I\ndid we clash,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For reasons that\u2019ll get eyes rollin\u2019, old gal forever fixin\u2019\nfor a killin\u2019,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Couldn\u2019t care less so long as she minded her own business,\nher problems with different races a heavy burden, gotta bear that shit alone,\nnarrow mind and all,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All about that W.A.P, not like Meg and Cardi, the one\nbetween \u201801 and \u201873,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Worked together for the Public Service a few years back,\nstayed in our respective lanes for the most part,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But when paths intertwined there was a stand-off of sorts,\nshit never popped off but did remind her in subtle terms the translucence of\nthat fake granny demeanour,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Been asked at first contact my proficiency in English, Bitch,\nwhat language do you think I\u2019m speaking?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seen her do it to others, got nothing but backlash for all\nher troubles,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never was going to win any popularity contests but fuck it,\ngotta wear that false sense of patriotism,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sure as hell got triggered when this young whipper snapper\ncorrected her on her ignorance regarding different cultures,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Welcome to the present era, Madam, the days of Curtin and co\nare gone, can\u2019t turn back the clock, so grow the fuck up and quit hating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Data entry our key responsibility, sometimes scanning and\nmail sorting, it was straightforward and uncomplicated, the pay was lit and the\nhours convenient,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clocked in four to five hours a day, sometimes double during\npeak periods,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a different era, before folks lodged their taxes\nthrough mediums electronical,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Always did pride myself as a rather handy typist, a youth\nspent gaming and writing endless reports for school assignments prepped me for\nthis,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fingers running rampant on the keyboard, churning out a\nmillion figures per minute, but alas, your boy\u2019s heavy-handed, and for fellow\nworkers there were glaring consequences,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hitting those keys like Travis Barker destroys kits,\ndisturbing the peace most likely, but the neighbours seem cool with it,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oblivious to the symphony I\u2019m creating, earphones plugged in\nand in the zone, but for you-know-who this maestro was a merchant of chaos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Came to a head one day, felt a tap on the shoulder, wasn\u2019t too\ncrazy about the interruption but her request I accommodated,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Agreed to cool these hands, for a while it was\nweightlessness on that keyboard, could only keep it up for so long, before they\nknew it the drummer boy came marching home, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Asked for a second time, did she, this time with a hint of\nirritation, give an early-twenty-something-year-old some sass it shall be\nreciprocated,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Made glorious music on those keys, damn near broke those\nprecious tabs, those within the vicinity shifting, they knew a collision course\nwas at hand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Could have doubled as the fireworks on NYE, perhaps the\nopening sequence from Saving Private\nRyan, <\/em>really went to town on those keys,<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2018Take that you backwards old crone\u2019, none of this shit was my problem,<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, belatedly, she saw the writing on the proverbial\nwall, collected her gear then fled to the other side, away from the machine gun\nfire,<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2018Bye, Felicia,\u2019 thought I, smug satisfaction etched across\nmy mug,<\/p>\n\n\n\n Looking back through a grown man\u2019s eyes it was immature and kind\nof petty, but any chance to razz a prejudiced old bitty is a once-in-a-blue-moon-opportunity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Never was one to get caught up in workplace politics, Never wanted to be there, either, but that paycheck is a powerful incentive, Got along well with fellow workers in general even if we\u2019re treading different tracks, A team environment encourages camaraderie as long as you don\u2019t slack, But in that type of setting you\u2019re … <\/p>\n