In which I put on my Captain Obvious hat

You know what I really like about my KL trips? Not having to deal with stupid office bullshit.

Unfortunately, stupid office bullshit never go away; they're just patiently waiting for you to come back fresh and re-energised, then they ambush you, pulverising your spirit once more to that they can lick your sweet, sweet tears.

Since I've never been an anonymous blogger, it's kinda hard to bitch about work stuff here in really explicit terms, but I'll try to be discreet. Basically, we had a charity concert thingy last night, which the company was preparing for the last couple of weeks, basically making everyone work the phones, design posters, carry furniture, etc.

Now, I was in KL for the magazine work, so I got out of most of the preparation stuff, and I got back to Penang just in time for the thing itself. Before yesterday though, I've been hearing rumblings from a couple of co-workers about how everything was going to hell and people were yelling at each other, etc. It sounded pretty bad, to the point where I was mildly surprised to see the office building still standing, and not torched in the righteous inferno of the Revolution.

Everything came to a boiling point yesterday. Long story short, tables were slammed and people brought to tears. This isn't just a typical "everyone snaps once in a while when the pressure's on"; people simply didn't like each other. The soprano we brought in for the show happily sang on for the audience, oblivious to the little meltdown happening indoors.

Other than that little hiccup, the concert went shockingly well. People seemed to be enjoying themselves, and I didn't have to do any literal heavy lifting after all, which is always nice. Blood will probably be spilled at the inevitable function post-mortem, though. They won't directly involve me, thankfully, but it's going to suck just sitting through it.

Marie's right: the really, really sucky thing about office politics is that they're so emotionally draining. Someone's always trying to screw someone, and you don't need to be the screwee to be emotionally invested in whatever's going on. No one likes to hear about how A is getting fucked over by B because of something C said. You come to work to work, not to get fucked because the office made the mistake of hiring a sociopath.