head bitch

So this afternoon I’m sitting in a team meeting, staring out the side window because OUM won’t stfu up and I see a male cardinal smash into the side of the building.  It was completely appropriate given that I, too, wanted to slam my head into the side of the building while OUM was talking.  It was out of control.  Seriously, if you’re that person who talks more than anyone else in a meeting and you’re not the boss SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.  It’s that simple.  I’m tired of people pulling me aside after these meetings and saying “How can you work with that dude?!”  Umm yeah.  I know.  I can’t fucking stand him and yes I just had to listen to the same 15 minute speech he gave in that condescending voice.  Yes.  I want to jump out of the window at least 5 times a day.  Yes.  Now go away and leave me alone. 

 

Bt-dubs – this is yet another reason I’m done talking to people at work.

 

Or how about that lady who keeps bumming cigarettes from me?  I thought that saying “I’m not running a smokers’ charity” last time, no matter how joking it sounded, got the point across.  Especially because that bitch had the nerve to get on me for calling her out like that in front of her friends.  Bitch, please.  Don’t ask me for something for free in front of them if you can’t take it?  Today you ask me again – knowing full well I leave them in my car because I’m a closet smoker – and then get attitude when I say I’m not going out to get you one?  Kiss my ass.  If I don’t have a cigarette…guess what?  I’m not smoking.  Chances are I won’t run out, but if I do I’m not going to be at your desk.  Go to Quik Trip or something.

 

Jesiis.

 

Yes, I’m in a pissy mood.  You can tell?  Fuck you.  I kid, I kid.  I’m just so annoyed with these motherfuckers at work acting like damn fools and I can’t take it.  I can’t stand seeing them anymore.  I am very much looking forward to 2 long weekends in a row.  I need them.

 

Oh, a lighter story for the end.  There was a fairly attractive man in Starbucks the other day when I was in there getting coffee.  It was quite obvious that he was looking at me a lot and – being the shy girl I am – this means that I’m going out of my way to not look at him.  But it was obvious.  And I probably don’t appear shy to outsiders looking in because I know everyone there, they all know me and we’re chatting away. 

 

Anyway, this is actually the second time I’ve seen the guy.  I remembered that the last time I’d been there I’d seen him walk out immediately after me, leaving his laptop at his table, and going to his car to get something, lingering there for a minute and then going back in.  Thought it was odd, but paid him no mind and went back to work.  Yesterday, he did the exact same thing as I was leaving.  Walked out right behind me, went to his trunk, looked inside, shut the trunk (didn’t take anything out, mind you) and lingered there again until I pulled out.  Only this time I noticed his car – a Maserati.  Of course I hadn’t noticed the first time because this kind of stuff really does little for me.  This time I noticed because it was more than obvious that he was trying to get me to notice.

 

And that made me laugh.  He probably has a tiny dick.  No other explanation for that shit.  I’m going home now and I’m going to try to be in a better mood when I get there.  Because home, after all, is where it counts.