This is self sabotage.

She was the thorn in my side.

You torment my waking life and dreams.

"Alex, stop talking about death, Nazis, and nuclear war." "That’s my job."- Chem Daddy and Ladler.

I recently discovered that a co-worker has been doing his level best to try to make me look bad in the eyes of our mutual supervisor. I knew the guy was a “tool”; young, cocky, very arrogant and more knowledgeable than all those around him (in his own mind). However, I never thought he would sink so low. I’m guessing he believes if he can weed out everyone who is senior to him in experience and/or years with the company, then he will soon be in charge (as he fully believes he should be).

What he doesn’t realize though, is that in taking me on he picked the WRONG one! Not only am I a strong woman, but I am a child of the King.

Nothing else is possible when it’s over.

A Poem about Self Sabotage.

She worked 12 hours a day – made artillery shells, for which he paid only 250 grams of bread and no food more.
One day, she – a teenage girl, overslept and was late for work. She tried … "As a deserter, avoids labor service at a military factory!

Subsequently, the Soviet Government had the sense to abolish such laws, as well as this kind of employment records. It was not only for the minor children, but for the entire population of the USSR.

Self-sabotage.

Nobody likes a hypocrite.