to be or not to be ... a bitch

I realise I am growing into a real bitch. This traces back to my days in Taipei or Singapore. In order to win, I don't care if I need to raise my voice, pick a fight, threaten people or even lie. Getting what I want is in higher priority than how people perceive me. Of course, the story has to be logical and convincing when it is being retold.

My Captain told me about the dramatic fights in the corporate finance business review. All MDs, both male and female, were confronting each other with no hesitation. Being mean and think skin seems to be one of the prerequisite of being successful.

In the office, being nice doesn't gain you what you want nor any respect. In contrary, being mean and make yourself clear about the demand (if not loud enough, I can be louder), then you are likely to get what you want, with a downside of being called a bitch behind the back.

Do I care? Let those stupid people call me name. I don't really care after I turned 30.