One big happy profanity-filled rant.
WARNING: Sally swears a lot under the cut.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. It was going to happen eventually, but still. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
So? One of my parents' friends (whore!) who works at SiLabs found me. He came and talked to me for a while today, and then he left, and I thought that was that. But half an hour later, he came over with the frickin' executive director of my division (the Magike CTO guy), and MCG was all "OMG you're ------'s daughter?!?!?!" And the whore! was all smug and "Yeah, it's a small world. I just wanted to introduce you guys." Okay, first, I obviously knew whom I was working with because I'm not Angelina Jolie and I do talk with my dad. Second, if you wanted to introduce us, why didn't you talk to me first?! And third, it wasn't even something that came up in conversation. He frickin' purposely went over there to tell MCG. Dude, another of my parents' friends who works at SiLabs talked to me like a month ago, and he didn't blab. Granted, he didn't personally know the managers in my division, but still. Gah. I thought FOBs don't gossip with white people at work?
And while I'm trying to tell the whore! to "Shut up shut up shut up shut the fuck up!" without actually saying it, he was running around enthusiastically rousing all the other managers and people, going "Hey, guess what? *nudgenudgewinkwink* I know something you don't!" And then, MCG says to the whore!, referring to me, "She's doing good work here", and the whore! goes "Oh I know she does good work because she did good work when she worked for her father's company." Me: "Die bitch! Shut! Up! I hate you!" (Not out loud.) Yeah...working for my father's company (without mentioning it was my father's company) was one of the ghetto things I had on my resume. Oh what the heck, it was the main ghetto thing I had on my resume. Die bitch.
So after the whore! left, for the next hour and a half, people were trickling over to my cubicle with "You're ------'s daughter?! Wtf?!" and "Why didn't you say anything?" and "The secret's out, huh?" Fucking fuck fuck fuck. Oh shit. It's going to suck so bad when I eat lunch with them next time (tomorrow).
Btw, yes, I'm overreacting, and no, I don't hate or blame the whore! It was mostly my making and it was going to implode sometime. But really, the whore!, 1) you definitely should have talked to me first, and 2)I thought you were a nice person! I used to make fun of you because you were too nice and upstanding and O'Brien-ish. What the hell happened?! Fuck karma.
Gah!
*sigh*
Okay.
I was having a pretty good day too.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. It was going to happen eventually, but still. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
So? One of my parents' friends (whore!) who works at SiLabs found me. He came and talked to me for a while today, and then he left, and I thought that was that. But half an hour later, he came over with the frickin' executive director of my division (the Magike CTO guy), and MCG was all "OMG you're ------'s daughter?!?!?!" And the whore! was all smug and "Yeah, it's a small world. I just wanted to introduce you guys." Okay, first, I obviously knew whom I was working with because I'm not Angelina Jolie and I do talk with my dad. Second, if you wanted to introduce us, why didn't you talk to me first?! And third, it wasn't even something that came up in conversation. He frickin' purposely went over there to tell MCG. Dude, another of my parents' friends who works at SiLabs talked to me like a month ago, and he didn't blab. Granted, he didn't personally know the managers in my division, but still. Gah. I thought FOBs don't gossip with white people at work?
And while I'm trying to tell the whore! to "Shut up shut up shut up shut the fuck up!" without actually saying it, he was running around enthusiastically rousing all the other managers and people, going "Hey, guess what? *nudgenudgewinkwink* I know something you don't!" And then, MCG says to the whore!, referring to me, "She's doing good work here", and the whore! goes "Oh I know she does good work because she did good work when she worked for her father's company." Me: "Die bitch! Shut! Up! I hate you!" (Not out loud.) Yeah...working for my father's company (without mentioning it was my father's company) was one of the ghetto things I had on my resume. Oh what the heck, it was the main ghetto thing I had on my resume. Die bitch.
So after the whore! left, for the next hour and a half, people were trickling over to my cubicle with "You're ------'s daughter?! Wtf?!" and "Why didn't you say anything?" and "The secret's out, huh?" Fucking fuck fuck fuck. Oh shit. It's going to suck so bad when I eat lunch with them next time (tomorrow).
Btw, yes, I'm overreacting, and no, I don't hate or blame the whore! It was mostly my making and it was going to implode sometime. But really, the whore!, 1) you definitely should have talked to me first, and 2)I thought you were a nice person! I used to make fun of you because you were too nice and upstanding and O'Brien-ish. What the hell happened?! Fuck karma.
Gah!
*sigh*
Okay.
I was having a pretty good day too.