You've been telling me for the last two weeks about some work that you were going to be passing on to me to do and to be honest I was a little apprehensive about it because you continually told me how complicated it was and how confusing and difficult it could be. Essentially when we sat down today to go over it, I was expecting a nightmare.
If this is what you call hard work, then you are one stupid, lazy fuck. You know what your problem is? Your problem is that you talk too much nonsense. I don't care. I really don't give a fucking shit what you have to say half the time. No, strike that ... MOST of the time. You're not funny. Do you ever see me laugh when you're laughing at what you've just said?
Today when you were talking to me, saliva accumulated at the sides of your mouth and started to foam up like you had rabies. I think by then, I just wanted you to leave.
Seriously ... when someone is in front of you and opens the door and steps out of the way so that you may pass through first, you think the least you could do was say thank-you.
Nope not you. You just kept chatting away on your phone and walked on past.
Did your friend on the other end hear me when I walked by you and and sarcastically said, "oh you're welcome"? I hope so. Then you would have had to explain to them what a rude fucking bitch you are.
When I met you this weekend, I'll be honest, I thought you were cute. I wasn't expecting you to ask me out for drinks this evening though. Flattered of course, but unexpected. I didn't want to go out and I think you could tell my initial tone was of someone who was not interested in going out this evening. Essentially, I was hoping you were not going to ask me because I knew that if you did, I would say yes.
You did ask. I said yes.
I had a good time getting to know you. We've even made future plans already which is nice.
I'm just sort of left wondering what this was all about. Our emails back and forth seemed a little bit flirtatious. To my knowledge though, you are in a relationship (yes, I know ... story of my fucking life). So what's the deal here? You didn't mention that at all tonight.
I was recounting a story this evening to friends about how on Sunday morning you invited me to brunch. I was exhausted from the night before but considered it for a short moment because I thought if I got ready and out the door, I'd get a start on the day and be productive. Yeah that's right, it was more about me -- having brunch with you had absolutely nothing to do with it.
I was shocked, to say the least, when after asking what time you were thinking, you suggested enough time for your other half to finish in the shower and get ready as well.
Umm WTF!?
Don't you think that puts me in an awkward position? Like I'm supposed to sit through a meal with this person knowing what I know and you knowing what you know and they not knowing anything?! You're an asshole. I'm glad you're not mine.
I'm only tolerating you right now because I know this is a temporary situation. Due to someone's surprise departure from the firm (I think she was fired, although for the life of me I can't imagine why), I have to work for you now. You're the fifth person I have to do work for and to be honest, the lowest on my priority list. You, however, seem to think you're #1.
The two bottles of champagne I just drank and sushi I ate for dinner has put me in a much happier place and made me put this mess behind me.
