Secondly, when I tell you that it's none of your fucking business, I probably mean it.
Third, you do not dictate to me what I will and will not do. I happen to practically wipe your ass for you and that's even after the fact that a.) we've been divorced for a year now, and 13.) you don't do shit for me.
Fourth, when I tell you to go fuck yourself, the proper response is NOT "Why, when I can just fuck you?" If you answer this way again, the likelihood of you ever being able to "fuck" anyone again, is slim.
Lastly, to the little wench that thinks not only is she going to die if I'm back 3 minutes late from lunch, but that she has the authority to say something about it - You answer to me, I'm your boss. You do not have a right, to say anything to me, about me. If you want to complain, please, feel free to take it to a higher power. I'll be happy to hear what they have to say about it. This, is why I've been here for 4 years longer than you, and why I give you the orders on what to do, not vice/versa.
You know people, it doesn't take much to get along with me, and infact, I happen to be an incredibly nice person. I'll even give you the names and numbers of people who think so. But don't cross me, or treat me like I'm 5 years old, when I know I'm better than you.
I may let you walk on me, to a degree, but once you push it too far, do not expect me to be Merry Sunshine, or for you to have less than 2 assholes when I'm done.
Have a great afternoon.
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On that note, I just rammed, litterally, my head into a wall. MY boss, said she was going to re-name me "Grace". Because, you know, I have none.
Yeah, I'm gonna make some man realllll happy one day... by walking into walls, falling out of chairs, and banging my head. Not to mention laughing at inappropriate times. The one who falls for me, is going to have to be one twisted person.... =)
At least I can laugh at my self... right?
Wendy: You're right, it would be much, much more fun. I'll have to remember that next time...
And now, I'm going to go and finish my weekend away. I promise, updates when I get back in town....
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I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Watch out First off, who the hell do you think you are? Secondly, when I tell you that it's none of your fucking business, I probably mean it. Third, you do not dictate to me what I will and will not do. I happen to practically wipe your ass for you and that's even after the fact that a.) we've been divorced for a year now, and 13.) you don't do shit for me. Fourth, when I tell you to go fuck yourself, the proper response is NOT "Why, when I can just fuck you?" If you answer this way again, the likelihood of you ever being able to "fuck" anyone again, is slim. Lastly, to the little wench that thinks not only is she going to die if I'm back 3 minutes late from lunch, but that she has the authority to say something about it - You answer to me, I'm your boss. You do not have a right, to say anything to me, about me. If you want to complain, please, feel free to take it to a higher power. I'll be happy to hear what they have to say about it. This, is why I've been here for 4 years longer than you, and why I give you the orders on what to do, not vice/versa. You know people, it doesn't take much to get along with me, and infact, I happen to be an incredibly nice person. I'll even give you the names and numbers of people who think so. But don't cross me, or treat me like I'm 5 years old, when I know I'm better than you. I may let you walk on me, to a degree, but once you push it too far, do not expect me to be Merry Sunshine, or for you to have less than 2 assholes when I'm done. Have a great afternoon. ************************************* On that note, I just rammed, litterally, my head into a wall. MY boss, said she was going to re-name me "Grace". Because, you know, I have none. Yeah, I'm gonna make some man realllll happy one day... by walking into walls, falling out of chairs, and banging my head. Not to mention laughing at inappropriate times. The one who falls for me, is going to have to be one twisted person.... =) At least I can laugh at my self... right?
Brief - 2007-07-05
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