The CYA Clause

I don't know if this is a company-specific phenomenon or a human race-wide type of phenomenon. The way the staff in this joint come up with all sorts of ways to cover their ass is simply spectacular.

If everything is not your responsibility, and you were just doing what you're told, then I see no need for you to be promoted to assistant vice president, you dolt.

I explained to the staff concerned on the matter over the phone, told her even, how to do her job. Next I know she sends me an email and cc's the entire world, repeating whatever I told her and asking me to confirm. Don't have much patience for idiots today because my boss shat on me, so too bad.

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I really need to get studying done this weekend, but I can't help feeling obliged to go to the wedding this time because I don't want to give people the satisfaction of thinking that I pulled out because I feel awkward and out of place.

Knowing me, I have been meowwing about it for days, but then, the bf, points out -

"Dear.. please reserve your energy for worthwhile things.. you don't have to travel a couple hundred kilometres to cut your nose just to spite your face."

Ouch. But it's true. I rant about things that shouldn't matter. Patut kena slap.

But seriously, see if you can lift a finger to slap this.

Booyah!