it's not even 11 am, and yet...
a bottle of orange juice, 8 timbits, a medium half-hot chocolate/half-coffee and a pack of those cheese and crackers snacks.
hooboy, i need to stop this eating frenzy.
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in other news, i had a mini-tiff a few months back with one of the girls that work in the other office (our company occupies half of the 26th floor). she thought i swore at her when she nearly chopped my right hand off by opening the door leading to the washroom. instead of squirming and crying, i did what any potty-mouth would do: i swore really hard and really loud. but not at her. it's one of those reflex-type shit that you do when something awful happens to you (eg., "fuck, i failed that test!" or "shit, i forgot my wallet!"). and besides, who in their right mind would start a beef with a chick who's 200lbs of pure muscle packed in a 5'1 frame? certainly not me! i mean, i'm only an inch taller but i know when to back off from an impending chick fight wherein the odds of winning are stacked against me.
anyway, to make the long story short, we made amends to the almost-chopping-my-right-hand incident. she confronted me and told me that she was thisclose to calling my HR head (who happens to be the CFO and loves me to death, so i wasn't fazed by her empty threat) about my unprofessional behaviour. which, btw, did she honestly expect me to just smile and say, "thanks for banging the door onto my hand"? hell fucking naw! so i told her my side of the story and thought everything was settled.
...apparently not. this morning, we both got out of the washroom stalls at almost the same time. while she and i were washing our hands, she kept making all these noises - banging as she turned off the faucet, banging the paper towel dispenser, dragging her heels - and i was left perplexed. i remember thinking, "just what the fuck did i do to this she-man? her steroids must've infiltrated her brain cells or something?" but analyzing why she would have such vile attitude towards me was not worth it so i left it at that.
lesson of the day: she-mans are evil.
(if i could only take a picture of her, you guys would see what i mean when i say she-man. ick.)
hooboy, i need to stop this eating frenzy.
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in other news, i had a mini-tiff a few months back with one of the girls that work in the other office (our company occupies half of the 26th floor). she thought i swore at her when she nearly chopped my right hand off by opening the door leading to the washroom. instead of squirming and crying, i did what any potty-mouth would do: i swore really hard and really loud. but not at her. it's one of those reflex-type shit that you do when something awful happens to you (eg., "fuck, i failed that test!" or "shit, i forgot my wallet!"). and besides, who in their right mind would start a beef with a chick who's 200lbs of pure muscle packed in a 5'1 frame? certainly not me! i mean, i'm only an inch taller but i know when to back off from an impending chick fight wherein the odds of winning are stacked against me.
anyway, to make the long story short, we made amends to the almost-chopping-my-right-hand incident. she confronted me and told me that she was thisclose to calling my HR head (who happens to be the CFO and loves me to death, so i wasn't fazed by her empty threat) about my unprofessional behaviour. which, btw, did she honestly expect me to just smile and say, "thanks for banging the door onto my hand"? hell fucking naw! so i told her my side of the story and thought everything was settled.
...apparently not. this morning, we both got out of the washroom stalls at almost the same time. while she and i were washing our hands, she kept making all these noises - banging as she turned off the faucet, banging the paper towel dispenser, dragging her heels - and i was left perplexed. i remember thinking, "just what the fuck did i do to this she-man? her steroids must've infiltrated her brain cells or something?" but analyzing why she would have such vile attitude towards me was not worth it so i left it at that.
lesson of the day: she-mans are evil.
(if i could only take a picture of her, you guys would see what i mean when i say she-man. ick.)