Feb 06, 2009 01:28
So there's this banquet thing at work. Kind of a big deal. Only the top performers get to go. I'm one of them.
Earlier this week one of the managers comes into my pod and says "oh, and paul, its not an open bar this year. I hear you like to knock them back, so I just thought I'd warn you."
Ok, seriously, what the fuck?
This is not a friend that said that. She doesn't know me. Where's she get off saying something like that, at work no less. Even someone else who was there said that it was a bizarre & almost rude thing to say.
Part of me was seriously pissed and considering not going to the event. The other part of me was pissed and considering getting fucking hammered before the event even started to spite her. Part of me thinks it was a joke, and writes it off. Part of me appreciates the warning, so I can plan ahead and keep a cuddler in the car. Part of me says the snide comment doesn't matter, because I outperformed like 600 other people to get there. Part of me doesn't really give a shit because I'm completely apathetic to just about everything lately.
That part won. It says "fuckitall, you get a free steak, might as well go."