Notice: Haters, Im already bracing, so give it to me.
Yes kids, we all knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, so I guess its good to just get it ALLLL out of the way, right? Should have known Id run into AtH last night. I should have known.
But before I did, I went to a happy hour after work, featuring none other than Mr. Peepers himself!! Yes, the conniving little weiner who was brought in to be my boss the last time I worked for this company. We grew to have a like/hate relationship, and it was okay because I knew I was leaving. Shortly after I left, he was FIRED.
Anyway, he moved away and eventually started his own company, and was back in town to do some work, so hed e-mailed some of the old group to invite them to have drinks after work tomorrow. Someone (actually several someones) thought theyd be funny and forward me the e-mail invitation. So I simply showed up!
I could sense his comfort level was pretty strained, and I think he saw me sitting at the bar waiting because I saw him hiding behind a post before some of the others showed. Finally, when everyone was there and hugs and kisses were being handed out, he hugged me and then sat down with me to have a little chat.
He told me that the way I left had bothered him for years and that ALL of the weirdness had come from Big Boss. He said that she had tried to manipulate him into torturing me, and that he tried to come to my defense time and time again. He then went on to say that Big Boss told him that he needed to have a talk with me about my tattoo that my clothes didnt cover the lower part of my back and that it was too titillating that HR even got involved and spoke with him twice over the matter! Um. Okay. How come nobody said anything to me about the tattoo issue? And could a tattoo have gotten me fired??
I know, I know, water under the bridge. My friend Leah (who used to work with him too) told me not to believe anything Peepers says anyway because he has always been a liar and that she never trusted the guy. I just thought it was all kinda funny and I sort of enjoyed seeing him squirm.
But the fun eventually came to an end, and I drove home, but still wasnt satisfied with my evening. So I went to the bar in the basement of the building. Brilliant.
Yeah, had some wine and a schmoke. And after about two glasses (on top of the three I had at happy hour), AtH appeared like a vision from heaven! Oh man. As great as it was to see him, how I wish he hadnt been there. Because I was rip-roaring-raring to talk!
Told him all about the nights events. And then told him about my boss quitting. And told him how much fun I had our date. And told him more and more and more.
And THEN I asked questions! Lots of em!! You know, stuff like .how old are you? (A: 46) Whats up with your ex-wife? (A: actually, two ex-wives now it makes sense!) Do you like me? (A: yesbut he had to say that, now didnt he?).
AAAGHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Idiot.
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