The minute I saw you, and the minute you opened your mouth I knew I was in for it. Why did I get a new job?? I'm going to have to stand next to you for the next three hours and endure this chatter. Can you not tell by my bored reactions or at least see through my half ass attempts at pretending to listen that I'm not really interested in conversing with you? Within ten minutes you've all ready brought up two morbidly sad subjects: a personal death and 9-11. I just met you. Sorry to hear this, but I apologize to wonder as to why you didn't just keep this to yourself. Oh well, you've quickly moved on to some helpful "tips" for the new employee that's unfortunately me.
"Oh--next time, I'll show you the best way to roll that burrito." I'd rather just throw the beans and rice in your face to get rid of my first problem.
"My sister's name is Maggie" Good for her?
"Wait till you get to know Paula. Don't get on Paula's bad side-"
"Yeah I try not to do that when I meet people,"
He didn't even give a questioning look, "Yeah for some reason I just can't do anything right according to her. I mean I feel like I'm a likeable person and all, but she just hates me." I couldn't imagine why?!
I really can't remember what I responded to this although I'm sure it was the lamest attempt at caring. Thanks for sharing, you idiot. You're just about clueless. Paula and I were getting along fine exchanging looks on behalf of your behavior, and I smiled every time she yelled at your ass. Always trust the sassy black woman!
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