You fancy a coroporate job in a corporate world, you wear collared blouses, and jeans and sneakers look better with the cobwebs now. You look fabulous and grand, and yes, knives up your back is in-style these days (courtesy of the smiling nitwits) while you strut around your office carrying papers, a bloody walking carcass.
And while everyone beams their 100-megawatt smiles at everyone else at work, ill boredom must be gnawing at them. If they had better and more interesting things to do, they'd have no motivation of concocting rat poison for everyone to drink in their coffee.
They must be pathetic and frustrated story writers.
Watch your back and watch out for these people. Like my office mate says, they're toxic.