It. Is. So. On.
Dear Cookoo for Cocoa Puffs
Just when I thought you were getting better...
It just goes to prove that I'm often wrong.
So you told the manager that Person A routinely buries other peoples' mistakes, eh?
Person A. The guy who loves everyone and is respected by everyone.
The guy who leaves his wallet in his desk drawer because he trusts everyone.
That guy. You stabbed that guy in the back.
I say in the back because the manager told him about your treachery today.
It looked like he had been stabbed through the heart.
I mean, really? It's one thing to stab me in the back. It's another thing entirely to betray him to make your feeble little point.
Bitch, it is on.
I was going to say that you had cleaned up your act. Now I won't say anything at all unless I'm questioned directly. You can bet the manager is smart enough to NOT question me directly because you're a thorn in her side and she wants you gone. There's no way in seven hells that I'll be volunteering any positive information about you now.
You can twist in the wind.
I'll make all the appropriate noises and school my face to all the appropriate expressions of sympathy to your face but you have lost my respect for you as a person.
I don't care what happens to you. Wait. That's not true. I want you gone and I want you hurt. If all it takes for me to hurt you is silence, I can do that without a second thought.
Thanks for the permission to be as nasty as you and as sneaky as you.
Just when I thought you were getting better...
It just goes to prove that I'm often wrong.
So you told the manager that Person A routinely buries other peoples' mistakes, eh?
Person A. The guy who loves everyone and is respected by everyone.
The guy who leaves his wallet in his desk drawer because he trusts everyone.
That guy. You stabbed that guy in the back.
I say in the back because the manager told him about your treachery today.
It looked like he had been stabbed through the heart.
I mean, really? It's one thing to stab me in the back. It's another thing entirely to betray him to make your feeble little point.
Bitch, it is on.
I was going to say that you had cleaned up your act. Now I won't say anything at all unless I'm questioned directly. You can bet the manager is smart enough to NOT question me directly because you're a thorn in her side and she wants you gone. There's no way in seven hells that I'll be volunteering any positive information about you now.
You can twist in the wind.
I'll make all the appropriate noises and school my face to all the appropriate expressions of sympathy to your face but you have lost my respect for you as a person.
I don't care what happens to you. Wait. That's not true. I want you gone and I want you hurt. If all it takes for me to hurt you is silence, I can do that without a second thought.
Thanks for the permission to be as nasty as you and as sneaky as you.