I'm sticking to my guns and am not going to help him anymore.
He is being ridiculous; constantly asking for hand holding. I get it that he has confidence issues and is excruciatingly insecure but he seems to not realise that goodwill can be used up.

I can't be his psychologist nor do I have any inclination to be.

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Politics, the bane or boon of officedom.
I'm quickly learning how to smoothly slide amongst the various fractions, gleaning a snatch of laughter here or a hard bit of discontent there. The pulse of the office is discreet, the malicious humming thickly latent. I dip my qwerty keyboarding finger tips into the sighs of the disgruntled and ripples happen.

Everyone is 2 dimensional - the first dimension being the nice and the second the ugly.
"Did you realise that she is way more helpful to guys than to girls?" said she-ugly
"She is just plain unfair" replied he-ugly

I know it. I practice it. Yet somehow, the realisation that politics can make my life easier is always suprising me. Everyone brings their personalities and stubborness into the office. I always forget that, that is until the next time their traits gets played against themselves. or myself.

Must remember to tread lightly.

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Can't remember the last time I blew my top at a friend.
I'm not sure if I did the right thing just refusing to help anymore.
Playing hardball is not fun.

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