Balancing the Act

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For those who know me well, I'm not the type of person who'd speak in conclusion about something I'm not sure of. I'm very careful when it comes to voicing out how and what I feel about certain things because I know there will come several instances when I'd have to swallow the stuff I let out and that would be painfully embarrassing. I hate embarrassment.
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A good example was my previous post where I sorta raved about the job and how it's been great so far and all that. Funny, because that same night when I went to work, I had finally been "cornered" by that supervisor I've been avoiding the past few days. Ok ok, so I was tardy for 3 minutes. Big deal ...
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... but it was, for her. We sat inside this tiny conference room (gas chamber, I think is a more appropriate name as you'll find out later) where she had a sheet of paper with my embittered name on it. She was ready to burn the air.
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She ranted on and on about the importance of schedule adherence and tardiness and the possibility of floods or traffic, how many applicants are out there lining up for my job, people with similar talents, but how I had been blessed to have had the opportunity to reach thus far ... and all that supervisorly shit.
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She had been condescending, if you were one who had the ability to mince thru her scented intonation and deceptive air of concern. I was a bit irked, of course, because I felt like one of those petulant children being punished for refusing to finish the food on my plate :
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"Many people are dying of hunger in Somalia. Be grateful for your blessings."
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It was all bullcrap really, except that I've evolved now. I was suprisingly tolerant, less of a delinquent. Perhaps I do need to clean up my act now and continue playing by the rules. She does, and despite the fact that almost everyone in the office hates her, she's still there enforcing all the codes of conduct and terminating people on the smallest offense.
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Hmmm ... I can play dirty myself and still be within the bounds of legal restrictions. My own way of getting back. The rebellious non-delinquent.
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So 2 days later, today, while we were lined up and marching off to the conference room, to Aushwitz led by the maternal nazi, I found myself a survivor. There were 2 casualties, gassed in the conference room never to be seen again, I emerged 2nd highest in the batch and because of this, I got to choose the shift that I desired. Ü
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The morning shift.
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It's strange. I've become sort of a morning person now. Regular work hours, regular work days.
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Normalcy may finally be taking over ...
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