This Actually Happened

So, my one specialist (A) tattled on me to my other specialist (B), who then tattled on him (A) to me. (Seriously. He read, out loud, the letter that Specialist A wrote to him about me.)

What is my life even? How do these things keep happening to me? More importantly, how much entertainment value is there in further perpetuating the tattle-chain by telling on Specialist B to Specialist A?

Because there is no way that I’m basing the decision on how to respond on things like mature, reasonable, adult responses. Not when the supposedly-mature, reasonable, middle-aged adults are acting like 12-year-old girls. The only way left to me to handle this is via entertainment potential.

Or, you know, completely flip my shit.

I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.

2 thoughts on “This Actually Happened

  1. […] But, because this is my life, the Ministry of Magic has destroyed all the Time-Turners, and — instead of only having to deal with the run-of-the mill bullshit — I have to find some way to do all this while dealing with the next chapter in the epic saga of The Tattling Specialists. […]

  2. […] This, of course, goes without mentioning the tattling incident. […]

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