So Boss has been super, duper nice to me the last few days. Like, wanting to be all chatty and personal with me. What does that mean? She’s feeling guilty and bad that she’s firing me TOMORROW?
Today she comes into my office and sits on my desk and tells me alllll about how she started her PERIOD and how PMS-y she’s been lately and that she thinks she’s going through “the change” and that….OHHHHHH….it’s so emotional for her.
Oh my fucking GOD! On the inside I was screaming (excuse my language, please), “You fucking CUNT!!! You can just plop your happy ASS down on my desk and tell me all about your SHIT and PRETEND like NOTHING is going on here??? How DARE you! You have just put me through the most agonizing experience of my LIFE, you BITCH! And you give me NO CLUE as to what’s going down tomorrow? Really? REALLY????? Please just get the FUCK away from me, you rotten, ROTTEN soul!!”
But I didn’t.
Instead I smiled like the pushover that I am right now. And I worked late. Goddammit. I worked late on what might possibly be the last full day of my employment there.
Oh but wait. I’m working a FULL day tomorrow too, because my review is scheduled at the END of the day.
This blows. Hard. I feel like shit. I wish I didn’t give a shit. I wish I’d grow some balls.
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