Cureless

I felt it again. Blood surging into my head. A truly despicable character in my work told everyone the reason why people won’t be receiving their salary today. She mentioned my classmate who got out of the service, AWOL. That because of him, a lot of adjustments were made on the payroll and they couldn’t possibly deliver it on time to the finance. As if a gong was played right beside me, her statement rang my ears so loud that it made me blurt out it wasn’t his fault. Really. It was never anyone else, not even my classmate’s fault that the payroll computation was delayed.

You people were employed to calculate our salaries. Do not ever put the blame of your incapacity to adjust, inability to compute and general incompetence to us, you idiotic lame people. (Yes, I saw LAME is a very useful word to describe you ’cause you people are both physically and mentally disabled.)

I have never been this mad because someone blamed another person their own fault. I should’ve told everyone my concern. Next time.