Grandiose boasting of one's willingness to do nothing is in fact, laziness.
Even worse, is when it's not only a contractual requirement but a law.
Feigning illness, while others truly suffer, makes one insufferable.
Pointing to a lack of training, when the task is common sense.
Blaming "seasoned" coworkers for not giving step-by-step tutorials.
Disappearing when needed, admitting it, then actually attempting to justify.
Being deceitful to come across as compliant.
Lack of respect for others, in this case, appears to stem from a lack of self-respect.
Animals know.
If my cat and their dog both hate you, chances are I'm going to trust their instincts.
Sickness, true illness, and death have surrounded me.
Questions of morality have confused, even overwhelmed me. Not mine!
As I become more and more comfortable with who I am,
I see the world as a much darker place.
Like others, money would help, but how?
Is it really helping if I just walk away, knowing others suffer?
Have you ever felt tagged by bad luck, inconsiderate people, and loss?
Almost as if some karmic imprint has been set into you?
Or maybe, and I do like to think this way most times,
I am a sponge for the children I work with, even some adults,
Soaking up their woes, sorrow, and fears,
So they can move on.
Honestly, as much as I am confounded by this inevitable fate,
If true, I accept it.
Even worse, is when it's not only a contractual requirement but a law.
Feigning illness, while others truly suffer, makes one insufferable.
Pointing to a lack of training, when the task is common sense.
Blaming "seasoned" coworkers for not giving step-by-step tutorials.
Disappearing when needed, admitting it, then actually attempting to justify.
Being deceitful to come across as compliant.
Lack of respect for others, in this case, appears to stem from a lack of self-respect.
Animals know.
If my cat and their dog both hate you, chances are I'm going to trust their instincts.
Sickness, true illness, and death have surrounded me.
Questions of morality have confused, even overwhelmed me. Not mine!
As I become more and more comfortable with who I am,
I see the world as a much darker place.
Like others, money would help, but how?
Is it really helping if I just walk away, knowing others suffer?
Have you ever felt tagged by bad luck, inconsiderate people, and loss?
Almost as if some karmic imprint has been set into you?
Or maybe, and I do like to think this way most times,
I am a sponge for the children I work with, even some adults,
Soaking up their woes, sorrow, and fears,
So they can move on.
Honestly, as much as I am confounded by this inevitable fate,
If true, I accept it.
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