New Heights of Bastardy/Roles Played/Generally, rather blah

I think that exhibit person A truly hasn't anyone quite like me. I've been nothing but professional, which is more than can be said of (insert an insanely high percentage) everyone else there. He has thus decided to bend the book by which he has been used to as a weapon. But little does he know it is also a shield of similar proportion, one I plan to invoke as and when necessary and play down as befits my optimum circumstance. This two-way tango that shall very soon reach its climax I'm sure.

Like I tell my parents, I'm not myself for 10 hours each weekday while at work. But while I'm being someone else, it is a consistent persona - unwaveringly by-the-rules, an equal and an indispensable. The same cannot be said about others. I point to 2 instances, leaving exhibit A out of this because, as hard as he tries, there is this strange end-result of portraying juvenility. Funny, if it wasn't sad. The random second left, as Daryl and I speak of, is actually a pretty decent being, but was once moved to prove his second left-ness by asking me where my face-pass was when it was not ready yet. That was in front of his colleague. Trying to impress perhaps? I think not. Same goes for the boss, who in front of exhibit A repeated in a senior tone something I'd been told a few times before by them both already. Not wanting to appear soft I assume, but also epically unsuccessful. In the end it's a question of why, seriously. If you weren't going anywhere to begin with this isn't gonna make the stagnation any easier to handle. There are others of course, like those who seem to think they invented sarcasm and use it to such impotent effects that it's laughable; generally though, these antics are not worth my recounting at all.