Play the Victim? Watch Me Make You One
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My coworker, Sloane, had a knack for turning brutal physical contact into her way of greeting.
She branded this as "American warmth" and an "outgoing personality."
At first, for the sake of office harmony, I assumed she was just clumsy and gritted my teeth to endure it.
That was until the incident in the breakroom. I had finally mustered the courage to discuss a design proposal with Liam, an engineer I had been secretly crushing on.
Out of nowhere, Sloane threw me into a chokehold masked as a bear hug, simultaneously driving her knee hard into the back of my legs.
Caught completely off guard, I lost my balance and lunged forward directly into Liam, practically ripping the buttons right off his dress shirt as I fell.
Instead of helping me up, Sloane gasped:
"Oh my god, Maeve! Look, I know you told me yesterday you dreamt of ripping Liam's shirt open, but you don't have to be so desperate in the office!"
Liam looked mortified.
Burning with humiliation, I scrambled to my feet, "Could you please keep your hands to yourself?!"
She jumped back, shouting even louder than I had. "Oh, come on! I was just trying to help you break the ice! Don't take it out on me just because you ruined it."
Heads turned across the entire bullpen. She doubled down, playing the victim with absolute righteous indignation:
"We are all adults here. If you can't even take a joke, who's ever going to want to work with you?"
She branded this as "American warmth" and an "outgoing personality."
At first, for the sake of office harmony, I assumed she was just clumsy and gritted my teeth to endure it.
That was until the incident in the breakroom. I had finally mustered the courage to discuss a design proposal with Liam, an engineer I had been secretly crushing on.
Out of nowhere, Sloane threw me into a chokehold masked as a bear hug, simultaneously driving her knee hard into the back of my legs.
Caught completely off guard, I lost my balance and lunged forward directly into Liam, practically ripping the buttons right off his dress shirt as I fell.
Instead of helping me up, Sloane gasped:
"Oh my god, Maeve! Look, I know you told me yesterday you dreamt of ripping Liam's shirt open, but you don't have to be so desperate in the office!"
Liam looked mortified.
Burning with humiliation, I scrambled to my feet, "Could you please keep your hands to yourself?!"
She jumped back, shouting even louder than I had. "Oh, come on! I was just trying to help you break the ice! Don't take it out on me just because you ruined it."
Heads turned across the entire bullpen. She doubled down, playing the victim with absolute righteous indignation:
"We are all adults here. If you can't even take a joke, who's ever going to want to work with you?"














































