Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Troublemaker
He couldn't figure out what was wrong. People turned their heads or at least eyes away from him whenever he spoke now. There's something compulsive, he thought, about having to say whatever's on your mind. However vulgar or inappropriate or just inconvenient. Turetts Syndrome, almost, except his compulsion was sarcasm. He couldn't help injecting a note of negativity into everything. And now, it was going to get him fired. HR laws, save me now! he thought. Ah well. Better to go down in flames with a nasty joke in ones' mouth.
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