He's at it AGAIN!

Dear Revenge Journal~


I fear my life is about to take a turn for the worst, and this time, it will not have anything to do with Jade.

Yesterday afternoon, I was merrily observing Legretta as she continued to fire a squirt gun at one of my other coworkers, Arietta. (The poor girl seems rather gloomy all the time... perhaps we are alike in more ways than one.) I thought it looked rather amusing, so I opted to give it a shot, which to my upmost displeasure, was rejected. I muttered under my breath something along the lines of, "I could always get another squirt gun..." and turned around, chair in tow, en route to the bathroom.

It was then that Sync (Grrr, I almost hate him more than Jade!) called out to me in a snotty tone, "Don't get another squirt gun, Dist!"

At first I couldn't hear him, so I barely turned my head to stare blankly as I requested that he repeated what he just said. The reply was the same, and I gave the snooty bloke the best glare I could muster before answering, "I was going to the bathroom."

So, I did as I said I was... only to find Sync waiting outside the restroom, indicating for me to follow him, thus we ended up in one of the Fon Master's empty guest rooms.

"You can hate me all you want," he told me, "but as long as we're working here together, we're going to have to get along and show some sort of respect."

I must interrupt at this point to inform you that ever since I started working with the snit, he looked down upon me like a child or some sort of animal. On many occasions did he shoo me out of the Church of Lorelei like I was some beast with rabies.

I stared blankly at him as he continued, "And again, you can hate me all you want, detest me all you want, but-" At this point, I wasn't listening any more. There was absolutely no reason for me to show any sort of respect to someone who treated me like a pile of dung. I had a strong urge to reply, "Perhaps if you started treating me as an equal, I would care to show you what you're seeking." but I didn't.

I turned and began to float away in my chair when Sync snapped at me and called me back over, a flare in his hawk-ish mask. "Do you hear me?"

At this point, I replied, "... You can try."

This only seemed to make him more angry, and he threatened, "If you don't, I'll have to talk to Van."

So that was his motive. The freakshow wanted to get me fired! A boiling rage began to bubble up in my gut as my fists clenched, but I only gritted out a "Whatever." before I returned to my previous duties.

And so war on my position begins...

~Dist the Rose