At every split-the-bill dinner,
my coworkers would finish eating and then either pretend to be dead or make up an excuse to leave without paying.
When she was asked for her share, she'd look at people sideways.
“We all ate the food together, so why should I be the one to pay? We all breathe the same air, but I don't see you paying for that.”
Since she had connections, everyone had no choice but to swallow their frustration.
As the new hire, I organized a group dinner and offered to split the bill.
She saw a chance to take advantage of me and refused to pay after eating.
She fell to the ground, twitching, pretending to have epilepsy.
She wanted me to swallow my frustration too.
I smiled.
My strength is a mystery, and I only get stronger when faced with a challenge.
