Back in the habit

As usual I don't really have a topic to write about, so in all likelihood this post is going to be a rambling, shambolic mess. Let us begin, shall we? I used to think I was good at office politics. I thought I was the ultimate chess-master, thinking 5 moves in advance, an integral strategy belying every single move. I was the master of my domain, the ultimate survivor - I would outlast, outwit and outplay them all. I could not put a finger wrong. Then I started playing it. And realized that my skills left a lot to be desired, and like Kasparov's arrogance eventually led to his loss at the hands of an "unintelligent" computer, I am quite certain I will be humbled by my lack of attention to this subtle, yet integral part of business warfare.

I am not good at sucking up, I never have been. There are those to whom this is a natural skill. They have their noses so far up their boss's ass that they can see what they ate for lunch. These are unsurprisingly the same kids in school who volunteered answers for even the simplest of questions; always with an eagerness that left me wanting to place a boot through their two smiling front teeth.

These are the people rising up the corporate ladder like Rosie O'Donnell trying to run down an ice-cream truck. That's right, fast. And why? Are they brilliant? Nope. Are they above-average? Nope. They're simply intent on sticking their g'damn noses up every ass they see and hoping it sticks.

Homie don't play that game, no sir. Well, maybe not until now.