Most of the office are out today on objective setting or other some such away days so I had lunch with a different lot today. I found a little of what is quite interesting… It seems that a certain *pathetic little shit* in the office is not well – not at all well. oxfordslacker will know to whom I am referring. He bullied and harrassed myself and a fellow co-worker for no other reason other than we did not, for whatever reason, fit his idea of what she should be like.
Anyway he’s been off for a while now, yesterday he was in, but not looking well apparently (I couldn’t say I noticed – I don’t have an awful lot to do with him) – but apparently he only came in because he’s been getting bored sitting around at home when he’s not been having tests at hospital.
I don’t know what’s wrong exactly. There’s part of me that’s thinking that I should feel sorry for him. No one deserves illness or discomfort … or hell, even uncertainty. The thing is, there’s part of me that’s also thinking, hmn, well, everyone does get what’s coming to them – if you make someone’s life a misery, then…
Does thinking thoughts like this make me a bad person?
Hrmm…
Naaah, just makes you human 😉