Picture this: I'm hunched over my desk, the steady click-clack of my keyboard the only sound breaking the still silence of the night. My eyes are as red as a bleary-eyed vampire who's had one too many late nights, my hand rhythmically reaching for the tenth coffee mug of the day. My weekends? Let's not even go there - they've long since been held hostage by my bulging work diary.
Meanwhile, my colleagues? They're cosily tucked in their beds, enjoying their dreams while I juggle three different projects simultaneously, whispering sweet nothings to my laptop screen. It's like a twisted version of 'Cinderella' where I'm both the hardworking step-sister and the prince.
And one day, my work gets recognized. My boss, in his infinite wisdom, decides to promote me. I’m ecstatic! It’s finally the recognition of all my late nights, all the uncounted cups of caffeine, all the skipped lunches and hasty dinners. But, wait for it, here comes the punchline. Apparently, my promotion is not the result of my sleepless nights, sacrificed social life or my work-induced caffeine addiction. No, it's because I'm a "favorite." Apparently, I've been kissing some major derriere!
Laughable, isn't it? Suddenly, I'm no longer the poor soul chained to her desk; I’m the master manipulator, the cunning charmer, who's twirled her way to the top. My efforts, my sacrifices, my dedication - poof! All conveniently brushed under the rug.
But, you know what? I get it. It's easier to believe in the myth of favoritism than to acknowledge someone else's hard work. It's far more entertaining to picture me puckering up than it is to picture me burning the midnight oil. In fact, if I weren't me, I'd probably want to believe that ludicrous story too.
So here's my 'thank you' to all the armchair critics who've made my journey such a, well, laugh riot. I raise my (now 11th) mug of coffee to you. And don't worry, I'll continue to 'kiss up.' By that, I mean, I'll continue to outperform, to outwork, and to outshine. And hey, if you ever decide to join me at the top, you'll know where to find me - probably still at my desk, working.
Keep the laughs coming. They fuel my motivation. And remember, the view from the top is incredible - no amount of brown-nosing required.
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