I was the one who clipped their fingernails in the conference room. I let my nail clippings fly all over the table and chairs, and when our next meeting was had, I feigned outrage and disgust like the best of you. It is also me who leaves a little streak of blood on the toilet seat, but I only do this once a month, if you catch my drift. Oh sure, I see the streak when it's made, but I leave it there while a smile starts to grow on my face.
Our office is big and crowded, which I hate. I hate the small talk, I hate the politics, the ass-kissing, the egos, the smell... and all of you. I know I can't quit, nor would my complaints to HR really go anywhere. Nothing will change here, I know that all too well. But, I love the anonymity. So, for me to keep what little sanity I have left, for me to hold onto what little hope I have for the human race; I must take it out on all of you... I gotta vent.
So, I will continue to take that little pleasure as I watch one of you wipe my clipped nails off the conference table. I will feel secret joy knowing that somebody has to wet a towel to wipe my blood off, then disinfect the seat. I know, I know, it's quite juvenile to do such things, but whaddya gonna do? The human race is doomed.