Strictly Personal

I view politics from multiple angles. And usually the angles I always have in my mind, positively not that aspiring or possibly the lamest opinion ever churned. At times, I can get serious and believe me politics I'm mingling right now, is down the nasty road.

Eyes that I stare everyday usually have this kind of glow that is indescribable. Sometimes they have this shine of soothing care sparkles just under the shadowy glare of them. And for uncertain times later, the fangs they hide jab you on your back. Good though should you see in flash those fangs, because you can foresee what will happen, say for the next a month or two.

However, the problem lies when they jab you off guard. Mean? Better word please, because mean is a statement way below its level. Throughout my working days as for current and for the previous companies I had served, the politics climate is too complex to understand, let alone to handle on hand. Socializing with colleagues is never a good choice to make yourself visible at your workplace. It boils down now on how you take this. And that. And those things.

Welcome to Workplace Politics, people!

Categorizing friends is hard already, but categorizing colleagues? I may say no, but I have to. This will not be disregarded as judgmental, will it? Giving trusts to people - I have to say, a super hard job. Well, I do not want to, I still have to give, because trust is the only thing that usually can keep you sane. Ever heard of paranoid? That is totally not me.

Office politics can be the nastiest type of politics ever existed on Earth. The look might be appealing, but the inside? Good Lord please hush this thing away. You may want to know, please do not get involved.

Bad for me, I have already whinged inside this web of dirty people in their dirty business. Juggling words and looks, exchanging fake thoughts and plastic smiles, all in a rate of an eye blink. Wonderful. 

One second the praises are all blooming in the air, with a faint scent of trustworthy. A quick turnaround later, white is blackened. And the happy hope fades. 

I am prone to digress. But the mud I am muddling right now is so thick it takes times to get my feet out of it. I am already in this mess and getting sick of it. I am doing the math now on how to escape, though the chance may look slim, I still put a little hope in it. A dim light at the end of a long tunnel, so to speak.

I am never good at pretending because my face is in auto pilot mode depending on what mood I'm in at a time. 

I think I have to learn to be a little soft bitch, just to make sure people do not get too much under my skin. First thought of tendering my resignation now transformed into an even nastier Office Politics complot. 

"Mr Zul, I am on with your offer"

Peeps, I am on the verge of looking for a new job. This economic crisis - I hope - turns to be a blessing in disguise.