Got You On My Radar

"You're the pilot, I'm the man ... calling all the shots, I'm the head of flight command"

After 3 hours of discussion here I am sitting in front of my computer at my work station in the Corporate Mirage where we have a voice, our opinion matters and are all treated equally …

The *discussion* today … no more than a perfectly rehearsed smoke screen …

With justice served and the outcome in my favour why do I not feel victorious? Why am I not doing victory laps screaming “In your face! In your face!” … Because I’m fucked off that it came about in the first place … Days spent in stress and loss of sleep trying to make sense of this bullshit … Put in a situation that I did not deserve to be in …

Apt in saying The Chameleon’s gleeful look was brought about prematurely … Wishing for a Kodak moment of his look of disappointment when he finds out he didn’t win this round … Not so I can bask in his malcontent gaining some sort of sick satisfaction from it … That’s his sadistic road to fulfilment … I’d like to think if he saw himself in this way he may actually stop to reflect on his own immaturity and stupidity … Ha! Who am I kidding? …

Also disappointed ADS would sink to playing the role of pawn to The Chameleon …

This, to me, is not a win … Simply the kharmic tide flowing the way it should …