Soulja at War

So work has been routine as usual. But I found out a couple of things lately, that those people I've taught and help out in ways that I can have been pinning knives at my back and that their blaming in some way for not being promoted when in fact, its just their inability to meet up with the standards at work, I don’t even decide for their promotion in the first place. I hate to be discriminating, just that sometimes I have a strange gut feel about the people in this city. They tend to be too righteous in a lot of ways. Thinking that they are always better than everyone else. I detest their calling of us from the province as “probisyano”, this is just an example of their un-called for prejudices, and it seems to me they also gloat about it as much too.

One of them just got promoted, after almost a couple of months of actually bugging me about it rather than waiting for it to be given to ‘em. To think he was almost booted out when has still starting coz of his attendance issues. In all fairness he was able to redeem himself from it, thanks to policy the company wrote that we would be able to redeem our absences and tardiness incidences if we wont have any for a calendar quarter. As obnoxious as he is, his arrogance actually grew into a humongous beast fueling him to gloat and brag more now than he ever did. He even complains a lot more now. I guess feeling that his designation is his license to spray up like a machinegun on anyone he wants to with that mouth of his.

They’ve been calling me names, word association it is. Names that when white people actually say it, they end up being dead. You cant just imagine how pretentious this people are, I guess this is the type of training this town has for everyone of its own. Selfishness, Righteousness, and Greed. I’m angry now, to think I guess that I’ve been too naïve all along trying to deny that these people wouldn’t be like I thought of them to be. My gut feel is always right, that was my gut feel then, turned out I’m still right.

I’ve always been a fan of honesty and humility. My parent brought us up, seven of us children all in all, in a home of humility, that no matter how much you think you have and you think you are, you are not to be righteous to anyone. They don’t have that in this place, they are never grateful on anything. That’s mainly one of the reasons why I was always hesitant to meet new friends, just that I don’t trust anyone here. I still don’t mainly.

Cut-throat and backstabbing, that’s their game. The game of the cowards I call of it, coz they hit their enemies while always in hiding because they never have the strength and courage to fight face to face. I’ll show them a war game I learned when I was a young…they’ll see.