Every so often over the past year I have been tortured by sudden, overwhelming, violent shivers. These shivers have been caused not by a medical condition, but by a memory. A memory of a place of evil.
A workplace in fact, but not one where those who wish to keep their soul should be employed. Although from the outside it looked normal and quaint, it was in reality located on a portal to the underworld and ruled over by the devil himself.
I spent three long months among the denizens of that nightmarish place, wrestling every minute to maintain my sanity. I had never before experienced such a heightened degree of chaos in any workplace, and I can honestly say it was the worst three months of my life.
I’m pretty tough, but I still almost lost the battle and succumbed. All that chaos kept my head spinning and I began to forget the world contained friendly faces, pats on the back, and laughter, because at this office there were only scowls, backstabbing, and curses.
Ohhh. There is that shiver again.
It was so horrible, so much evil, so…so…so….
I know what you are thinking, “There she goes, letting her writer’s imagination run away with her. A portal to the underworld, indeed!”
Whether you believe me or not is up to you. But I now know that evil does exist in the world, and it sometimes disguises itself as genial-seeming managers.
Chaos and backstabbing, a menacing combination.