Finishing Last
MeanGirl gets to keep my beautiful early shift, yes, the schedule that has made my days so infinitely happy. No lines at the Starbucks, no traffic, and home before the rest of the world with some afternoon left to enjoy.
The early arrival (and early departure) is the great gift of my every day.
She was asked before I was, so of course (of COURSE!) she took the opportunity to screw me over. No deliberation, no consideration for anyone else... She knew that by taking my shift, I'd get the shaft.
Tell me again why it's better to be the nice guy? Because it seems to me that when you are a selfish, bitchy tool, you get what you want.
For someone who never smiles back at me when I encounter her, she sure had a HUGE poo-eating grin after she knew I'd gotten the news...
I realize how vastly unbecoming it is to not respond with grace and dignity to adversity, but this is lamefest, primetime. This too I will politely ingest, and Torrie will insist (half-rightly) I'm letting myself get walked on. Then one day soon, I'll submit my resignation, toying half-seriously with blaming the crippling vacancy on my ridiculous nemesis (even though it's really because of my wonderful mister).
Sorry about all the name calling. I'm immature and don't feel like fixing it.
The early arrival (and early departure) is the great gift of my every day.
She was asked before I was, so of course (of COURSE!) she took the opportunity to screw me over. No deliberation, no consideration for anyone else... She knew that by taking my shift, I'd get the shaft.
Tell me again why it's better to be the nice guy? Because it seems to me that when you are a selfish, bitchy tool, you get what you want.
For someone who never smiles back at me when I encounter her, she sure had a HUGE poo-eating grin after she knew I'd gotten the news...
I realize how vastly unbecoming it is to not respond with grace and dignity to adversity, but this is lamefest, primetime. This too I will politely ingest, and Torrie will insist (half-rightly) I'm letting myself get walked on. Then one day soon, I'll submit my resignation, toying half-seriously with blaming the crippling vacancy on my ridiculous nemesis (even though it's really because of my wonderful mister).
Sorry about all the name calling. I'm immature and don't feel like fixing it.