Work has been hella-busy so I’ve neglected to post and to respond to bloggers I follow. I’m truly sorry, but I’m going to try harder to keep up. So here we go!
Holiday Gathering……Bring a Guest, oh Wait Never Mind
So back in early November, our entire department was invited to the annual holiday event. We were told to bring a guest. So I invited one of my BFF’s to go with me, Veronica (not in my head Veronica). We were both really excited to attend as it was going to be held at a party hall with catered food and live music. To say the least we live very quiet, sheltered lives, lol.
Then, a couple of weeks later we get the notice below…..
And I had to uninvited my BFF to my holiday event. No one in our office was pleased with this turn of “events” no pun intended. Last week I approached one of the ladies in charge of coordinating this and asked her what happened to the original plan. She said (quietly) that the catering company they had initially hired decided (after being paid) they didn’t want to cater to us. Us being the university I work for, they gave no reason but they didn’t want to cater to/for us and here’s the kicker, they don’t want to return the money. Apparently my department had already paid half of the amount and would pay the remaining when the even came to a close.
So when I found out what caterer was keeping our money, I went onto Google and gave them a scathing review, which has since gotten 18 comments. It pays to be a bitch sometimes.
You’re Related to Whom???????
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about an office event that I had to attend and about PD and his social awkwardness and how Kevin his “friend” came to my rescue. Well, it turns out the PD and Kevin are brothers, that’s why Kevin was so appalled by what PD was saying and his trying to intervene in the socially inept PD’s exchange with me. I was shocked to find out they were related, let alone brothers because they look NOTHING alike. Weird….
Relationship Rehab and Lestat’s Baiting with Emotional Crack…..
It’s been over a year since I reached my 12 month sobriety in my relationship rehab from Lestat and his emotional sucking, vampiric ways. I’ve blocked him from my phone, and personal email (he won’t use my work email because he doesn’t know it and too inept to look it up online). But, for the last couple of weeks I’ve been getting voicemail messages from him from phone numbers I don’t recognize. Well, to be honest I don’t answer my office phone like, ever because I deal with so many faculty members I prefer to have them communicate via email so I have proof if they say one thing but then renege on whatever it is they first said. It’s a great system actually, for work anyway.
But, Lestat’s been leaving me these sad, pathetic, emotional voicemails that say “I wish I could see you” and “I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you.” As soon as I hear his voice I delete the voicemail from my phone. His voice or feeble attempts at trying to bait me don’t work anymore, he’s trying in vain and to be honest it’s sad. I don’t feel the same about him anymore, actually I’m completely done with him that I even surprised myself. No emotion, no second guessing my decisions, nothing. I am over him and don’t feel anything but hate at the moment, which my therapist Terri say’s will pass and then the indifferent stage will take hold.
One of my friends asked if I’m afraid he’ll show up at my office or home to try and convince me to give him yet another second chance. I told her honestly, no and here’s why, he’s a coward he has no balls to fight for what he wants. He wants to have his cake and eat it too, he wants both me and his family without having to give up one to be with the other. So, I made that choice for myself, I am NO ONE’S CONSOLATON PRIZE!! I deserve so much more than that asshole prick is willing to give me and I’m not in the same state of mind I was in when I was still in love with him. So, he’ll never take the chance at trying to find me, or show up at work or my house because he’s a spineless, selfish, self-involved, self-centered, narcissistic coward.
If he’s unhappy, then too damned bad, he made whatever choice to stay with Fiona Shrek and his ogre children, and the sad pathetic life he leads pretending to be the perfect husband and father. And I, well I’ll keep moving forward without him, end of story. Okay this wasn’t so much a random thought but a “happening” of what was going on at the moment.
New Office Policies and Codes of Conduct……Someone Always Has to Fuck It Up for the Rest of Us…..
We had a departmental staff meeting where the directors went over a “new and improved” code of conduct and office policies. These codes of conduct address our dress code, now for me it’s a no brainer, I don’t dress inappropriately, never. But for others, well that line is a bit blurred, so that made me think that the higher-ups decided to revamp the dress code policy. Which before anyone could wear leggings so as long as they weren’t translucent or see through in nature. And they had to be black, brown or navy. No pastel or light colored leggings were allowed, but in our meeting about the updated dress code, well someone fucked it up for the leggings to be taken off the table all together.
And I know exactly who it was, although JP mentioned it was him, an off color comment that made everyone laugh. But I know it was our VP “executive assistant” who thought her fat ass could fit into some maroon leggings and it be okay NOT to wear underpants. This happened back in September, and she showed up wearing some dark maroon leggings (with boots mind you….in September we hadn’t even begun to feel cold weather and she was wearing boots!!) a black frilly blouse with a large, oversized pearl statement necklace.
Now, our “executive assistant” is 6’1, weighs about 350 lbs and dresses like….well like she doesn’t have any professional clothing to wear to work. Did I mention one of her arms, chest, back and both calves are tattooed? No? Well, she has a full tattoo sleeve on one arm, and a huge Frankenstein tat on her back. Anyway her wardrobe consists of an entire closet full of leggings and various, inappropriate tops. She also wears ballet style shoes, probably because she can’t walk in anything else or grinds the heels into flats by lunchtime.
So, since I’ve never worn leggings to work it didn’t bother me, but someone from the 3rd floor literally yelled out “Okay, who messed up us being able to wear leggings….UGH!!!” I found it funny because no one else wears leggings much either, at least not that I can remember. I just found this funny since someone voiced their dismay about not being able to wear leggings any longer.
Until next time remember, chin up, soldier on and watch your back!
The Huntress 915