You regret having to kill the squirrel, but needs as must when the devil drives you. Using the little tree rats wasn’t some arbitrary notion. It was the perfect size for throwing into the intake shaft – small enough make it through the main shaft into the smaller intake pipe, big enough to cause serious stink.
You regret that it came to this. You asked time and time again to be relocated from this humid, moldy basement to more suitable office quarters, but your superiors always threw some sort of excuse your way. Budget, space concerns, some bullshit about everyone making sacrifices right now; it all sounded like the same crap to you. Everyone in your team was going to die of mesothelioma by forty-five, and something needed to be done. Drastic measures had to be taken.
You regret the looks on your coworkers faces as the smell first started to hit. A couple people actually requested to go home sick. Allan literally turned green. You knew, however, that their short-term suffering served the greater purpose of long-term comfort for the entire team – the company couldn’t force you to continue to work under these conditions.
You regret that the company forced you to continue to work under these conditions. They sent you some memo that you could barely read you were so mad, so you skimmed it. You gleamed the meaning from some important phrases, though. Understand discomfort…Looking into possible solutions…not a significant health risk…continue as normal…thank you.
You regret having to burn down the office, but needs as must when the devil drives you.