Thursday, September 30, 2004

Scared

I’m scared.

Not terror scared. Just worried scared.

There’s this tension in the air, a sort of anticipatory air, like an animal sensing for the appropriate moment to pounce on the unsuspecting victim.

And there’s no one here to allay my fears.

I don’t like the way the management seems set to find a scapegoat for the bad things that happen. I don’t like the way they push their demands on the smaller people to do their dirty work. I don’t like the way they think that they are so great that everyone else should drop their own matters to leap to their bidding. I don’t like the way they squeeze and wring staffs who are already low-paid.

I’m worried. I know something big’s bound to happen.

Big and bad.