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How to Survive Life 101

Everything about me is average. Average height. Average grades. Average work. Average social status. Average humor. (Less than) Average boobs. (Slighty More than) Average looks. sauce: mom I don't have superpowers. I didn't reincarnate. (As much as I would have wished to) I'm not a wizard. I don't have a CEO boyfriend. I don't have much aspirations, really. This story is not about overcoming my averageness. This is about finding highlights in my mundanely average life. #proudlyaverage

milkteaislyf · Urbano
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Work Rage

Fingers gliding thru the keyboard like how pro esports players looks when they play. Brows stern. Eyes focused. The edge of my lips downturned. My mind running in 50MBPS. Thinking about how this person can be so stupid. Is this person even human?!

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Then suddenly, like a wind up doll that has run out of force, I stopped. I stood up suddenly on my chair, grabbed my metal tumbler, and went to the pantry water station. I closed my eyes and done my routine.

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Rage has never made me solve any problems at work, or any problem in life actually. The first instinct is to be angry and complain, then after being angry, burning the bridges, and ruining everything, can the problem finally be tackled on. Which sounds stupid to me and I don't want to be on that level.

No matter how I wanted to be angry, I have to be rational. Who is the person I'm going against? Is it a boss? A high level employee? or my staff? Will I have direct interface to this person for the duration of my employment? If the answer has been a Yes, then I can only compromise and skip the being angry part.

Feeling frustrated and powerless I deleted my draft email and recomposes another one. As my spirit leaves my body, I end it with a "Thank you and Best Regards" as lifeless as the Google translate tone.

I click on the next email, and silently pray that being polite doesn't come off as subservience to that person. Afraid of you, I am not. Afraid of losing work, I unfortunately so.