they smile to everyone, greet the sweetest 'good morning' u ever heard of, sunshine/angel/honey are their names but when they stab u at the back n stand at far seeing you crawling on the floor, blood gushing out like fanta strawberry, no matter how thick the blood wil never be able to cover the same smile tht looks like almost implanted in their face.
ya today i would like to talk about this type of ppl in advertising, following my previous blog entry - ass-lickers. in my memory i haven't been stabbed by this.... erm, corporate hyena. i mean not tht i know of, or it could be i'm just too numb to realise tht. anyway, with stories gathered from different departments during tea breaks plus a little bit of imagination, it's not difficult to give the above scenario...
but seriously speaking u would not want to mess with these ppl. unless u have a scent to trace from otherwise fighting a battle without even knowing when they wil attack, is bad.
i remember this memorable lesson well: the hot silent fart, unnoticeable but fatal.
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