Why you should be like Manchester male companions

My name is Angela. I don’t usually advocate or encourage people to be like other people because I believe that everybody is created to be unique in their own ways. I also believe that it is the collection of the different personalities that gives flavour to the world. Well, recently I have been dealing with Manchester male companions, and it has challenged my belief.

I used to think that happiness was like a gift which we are compelled to share with others. I used to think that like every other possession, some people possess more happiness than others and that it is very important to share your abundant happiness with those who have little.

After encountering more than a dozen Manchester male companions, I have realised that unlike other possessions, we all have happiness within us in equal amount. I think those who are perpetually unhappy are those who have refused to share – I don’t know if I am permitted to call them stingy.

There is this aura of happiness that Manchester male companions spread wherever they are which is contagious. Few minutes with them and you are happy without any genuine reason. The first time I hired was the day I had a serious misunderstanding with my boss.

We were preparing for a major project execution which could make or mar the future of our establishment. I have put in close to a decade of my life into this company that I now take it as my personal business and sacrifice a lot to make sure that it keeps soaring beyond our competitors.

So that afternoon, my boss presented his blueprint but when I went through it, I discovered some major flaws. Normally, he would allow everyone to have a look at his idea and make contributions to it, but that day I guess something was eating him up. He showed us his idea for formality sake but refused to let anyone alter it. I argued and argued, and a number of my co-workers saw the picture from my point of view and tried to buttress my point by my boss would not bulge.

Out of frustration, I didn’t know when I raised my voice (I still think I should see a psychologist or enrol in anger management course).  The deed had been dawn when my senses returned and told me that I was in serious trouble. Long story short, I was suspended for a few days to cool off and that meant that I would not be part of the execution of the project.

That evening when I got home I didn’t know what to do to myself. I was so angry at nobody this time but myself that my tummy twisted into a knot. I was angry but had no appetite for food. After two hours I started a desperate search for a way to calm myself down. I needed someone to talk to. The person doesn’t have to say anything besides just sit and listen. One thing led to another, and I was standing face to face with Manchester male companions. It was a small group of three guys.

In less than an hour after I met them I was laughing hard that someone who just saw me would never believe that I was almost blowing my top a few hours ago. They were easy going, romantic, and engaging. We talked and laughed and drank. It was a merry evening that I wished time could freeze so that I would live that moment forever.

When my suspension expired, I went back to work and apologised to my boss. I was surprised when he told me that he was the one who should be on his knees. We laughed over it, and he appreciated my input and told me how important my contribution was to the success of the project. However, he told me that the suspension was necessary to deter other employees from such behaviour. I totally understood him.

“I think you still need anger management lessons,” he said.

I nodded. However, since I discovered Manchester male companions, I have stopped seeing the relevance of enrolling for anger management like a sick patient. I will just spend more time with them, and I know I will be fine.