Dear God!
The almost unthinkable has happened. That THING is back!
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For those gentle readers who feel as if they’ve just entered during the third reel, I assure you, I felt the same way when I first found out about it.
The THING I’m referring to would be nothing else but that pustule of painful existence, MT.
Now, what could possibly be so bad about this young man, one may ask?
Nothing much, unless you count the fact that he almost cost me my job. His excuse was that he was trying to help. But really, MT—you hid your client’s confidential papers amongst my things and did not mention anything to me even when we met the day after? Why, you wanted me to be surprised? Damn right I was surprised ... my team manager was surprised, too! Three years of impeccable behaviour and I was about to get the sack for fraud!!!
Of course, gentle readers ... it didn’t stop there. He had the cheek to actually spit back at me that he was trying to make it up to me.
If this is him trying to make things up to me, I shudder to think what he’ll do if he wants to screw me over.
Some of our mutual friends/acquaintances were all a-clack to find out what MT has been up to. This is not surprising as he was quite vocal about his desire to emigrate overseas with his ‘daddy’ and leave Malaysia. Understandably, we’re surprised (yes, even me!) that he’s back to square one.
Frankly, I don’t want to know. I do not care to know.
I do not have the will to even care ... !
Poseurs like him shouldn’t be pandered to. It’ll be like stoking live coals with a gasoline-soaked stick.
