who died and made you boss

i am a woman with little patience. it does not take much to irritate me. i have never met anyone in my life like TRIPLE B (a nickname i thought of). but i guess in life there's one like him everywhere you turn. for a big man, he has a short man's syndrome. it's not surprising for me that he had that syndrome la. he seems like a very insecure person, lack of sex could be the answer. i like him but at the same time i don't. i have no emotions for him, none what-so-ever. i could care less.

i thought maybe i was the one with the problem i had with him. so time and time again i gave him the benefit of doubts. and all the time he has proven to me as a person that he's just a triple b. in fact i've written a long long post and published it up but i've decided to change it. i don't really care if he actually knows that i am talking about him. i'll be glad if he did. my dilemma with him when we're doing one job. we didn't have much cash to be thrown around so we decided certain things.so we had to make do with what we have.

but being a TRIPLE B, he needed to make us grumpy at wee hours in the morning. fortunately for him, i was not there when all the dramas and commotion was going on. because i would have given him a piece of my mind. fucking short man syndrome. i only knew about the commotion when we reached the location. the drama was in a way about me and about the hierarchy. the irony of it all, i was not heated up with anger nor was i hurt. i was just upset because i knew where i stood in the hierarchy. so i've decided, that if he ever would wrongly cross my path that day then let us all pray cause all hell would break lose. my mind was working. working wonders for the possibility of what would i say when the time comes and all the answers and options that would back me up. so i had all the battle moves in my head. i was a mile ahead than he was. it was like a chess game in my head. i could read his every move and i knew his strategy.

the day went by fine, beside him yelling for certain things and made a fool of himself. and i tried to stay away from him whenever i could. i was not bitchy to him, i just had no emotions. but i did made some remarks around him and i made sure damn well that he could hear me. if he didn't get it then he must be empty up there. and when our shoot ended, the dilemma of sending triple b back. but i for one didn't want to be in the same van with him. so i called the other to come back to the location. i just didn't want to be infected by his short man syndrome.

working with idiots are hazardous.