Daniel my brother, you are older than me
Work is going to kill me, or cause me to kill someone else, or something.
OK, probably not, but I'm getting OH so tired of Sunday night debates with first-generation Canadians who want to talk to $Realtor RIGHT NOW and refuse to believe that someone can forward a phone number to an answering service. Fucking morons think they're catching me in a lie - "But I CALLED his cell number!" WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT IT? WHY WOULD I NOT GIVE YOU SOMETHING IF I COULD, JUST SO YOU'D GO AWAY?
Four of them. Four men accused me of lying, and two of those told me I was a bad employee for not doing something I actually wasn't ABLE to do, and one of them informed me that I "should go home and make [my] husband happy instead of being a rude bitch, if [I] can even get a man."
SO tempted to tell him I'd go home and talk to my wife about it, but I chickened out. Technology: it's amazing and your friend, dipshits.
On Friday, on my way home from work, I overheard two security guards chatting about me. I wouldn't normally assume they were talking about ME, but I was the only woman in the train car at the time, and their comments were specific enough that I really don't think they were talking about a woman not present. I was declared ugly and unfuckable, though in different words. So glad I don't meet your standards, gentlemen. FYI, I wouldn't fuck you either.
What the fuck? Yes, I'm a big damn woman. Yes, I'm not traditionally attractive. I know this and I've come to terms with the fact that I'm never going to be a pin-up model. But it still grinds me and brings me down when I have to hear that shit.
Assholes. Have your opinions, I wouldn't dream of stopping you, but just don't inflict your crap on me.
OK, probably not, but I'm getting OH so tired of Sunday night debates with first-generation Canadians who want to talk to $Realtor RIGHT NOW and refuse to believe that someone can forward a phone number to an answering service. Fucking morons think they're catching me in a lie - "But I CALLED his cell number!" WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT IT? WHY WOULD I NOT GIVE YOU SOMETHING IF I COULD, JUST SO YOU'D GO AWAY?
Four of them. Four men accused me of lying, and two of those told me I was a bad employee for not doing something I actually wasn't ABLE to do, and one of them informed me that I "should go home and make [my] husband happy instead of being a rude bitch, if [I] can even get a man."
SO tempted to tell him I'd go home and talk to my wife about it, but I chickened out. Technology: it's amazing and your friend, dipshits.
On Friday, on my way home from work, I overheard two security guards chatting about me. I wouldn't normally assume they were talking about ME, but I was the only woman in the train car at the time, and their comments were specific enough that I really don't think they were talking about a woman not present. I was declared ugly and unfuckable, though in different words. So glad I don't meet your standards, gentlemen. FYI, I wouldn't fuck you either.
What the fuck? Yes, I'm a big damn woman. Yes, I'm not traditionally attractive. I know this and I've come to terms with the fact that I'm never going to be a pin-up model. But it still grinds me and brings me down when I have to hear that shit.
Assholes. Have your opinions, I wouldn't dream of stopping you, but just don't inflict your crap on me.