Sitting at my desk, knowing the person behind me hates me. With every move the person makes, throwing pens, slamming drawers, hitting the keyboard, sucking of the teeth, my skin crawls. Not sure why this person hates me so much but I know if I even say something that is normal, the person will take my words out of context and yell, scream or better yet threaten me.
Every day I pray. All day I pray that someone at work would soon realize what this person does to people. What this person is doing to me. The minute this person puts you on their hate list, the person will slander your name, reputation and bad mouth you to everyone who can be manipulated or wants to hear the gossip. This person relishes in someone's misery. This person loves to share someone's bad news to everyone.
They truly believe they are untouchable and nobody is watching. God is watching. They are vindictive, hurtful, judgmental and arrogant. In the mirror, they only see the exterior as being great looking and fail to see the inside which is ugly. They are not happy unless they can create chaos, pick on someone or share confidential information because it makes them feel important.
Here I sit waiting for this volcano to erupt. Some lava spurts out now and then but I prepare myself because I know the day will come when this person will explode. All day I work as if walking on eggshells. They watch my every move, waiting to see if I do anything they consider a mistake or justifiable for them to cause a scene and yell at me.
My scriptures are my refuge. The praise and worship in my head is what gets me through the day. The time on the clock doesn't seem to go fast enough. The clicking of the gum, the grunting and slamming of the phone is continued just to make sure I know they are still present and still angry.
Purposely, through my daily conversations with people on the phone, I'll make comments that will make them question if I'm saying something about them. Knowing quite well they are eavesdropping on all of my conversations to grab at anything they can use against me. They can't help themselves and I can hear them sigh, snicker or grunt at my remarks. Something will trigger an explosion without me doing anything and someone will notice.
The weight of her anger, the heat of her stare and the tension in the air all but make me sick to my stomach and give me a headache. But I need my job, so I sit at my desk with my skin crawling, knowing and feeling this horrible, evil person sitting next to me. Waiting, waiting and waiting for the volcano to erupt.
