A Personal Complaint
To the crazy bitch who works with me
Underneath all the bright smiles lies a hidden façade of corruption eager to breakout from the body of this woman. Not only is she mercilessly driving all workers beneath her into insanity –she is viciously going through a power high.
Working in this environment is not safe; safety in the entirety of the word. Every time her presence is around there is tension; tension so strong that it wants to choke each individual worker alive. The tension felt by myself is one that everyone is familiar with: the uneasy, unsettling discomforting emotion before an exam that one is fully prepared for. However in this case, preparation does not matter as she can in a ruthless, meticulous manner nitpick at one component of your work and say this is not good enough. Fix it. Now. She does not say this out loud; instead she illustrates it in her tone, in her manner, in her demeanour so strongly that you wish you had not come into existence at all. This condescending woman does not treat each employee as a person; she treats each individual as a machine that has no limits. She will continue to push you until you collapse from exhaustion, and then she will be satisfied.
