At That Corner

I thought I would be free from the inane politics that befuddles the workplace. Such is the stuff of humans. O to lead a simple life where one lives out the innocence once again like the children whom I face. But no, this is reality, an escape tainted by the stains of adults and power struggles and ambitions for that lofty place of prestige and bloodied honor. The issue of capability is always at the corner of the eye, hovering and waiting in ambush. I would have to invoke the Blue Mageborn again.