Go Veg

The Road to Vegetaria
2004-12-29 01:00:30 (UTC)

So, fuck

OH! And so while I'm sitting with BBL (who, by the way,
dyed her hair this hideous dingy brown color that makes
her look way washed out) discussing my lovely employment
situation, she tells me that one of the executive
directors (there are three) doesn't think I'm right for
the position because the fucking fat cow thinks I'm "too
quiet." Because she attended 2 meetings with me in the
spring, with there being about 10-15 people attending.
Fucking bitch. 2 meetings and she thinks she can know if
I'm right for a job that she wouldn't even be in charge
of. Cocksucker. I'll just be SUPER sweet and nice and
talkative with her now... fuckknot.

So I waited for Jon to come out of work until 6:15. Yeah,
I arrived at like, 4. I talked to my sister until 5, then
read my vegetarian history book. By the time I traversed
the snow-covered highway and the nasty backroads, dropped
Jon off at the dealership and got home, it was 7:15. Made
dinner. Am sitting here at the computer and Jon just
called to tell me he got shushi and is on his way. I'm
stuffing my face and it's hard for him to understand me.
He asked what I'm doing, I say "I'm eating" (muffled
because my mouth is full). He asked me to repeat myself so
I said it again, loudly, with my mouth full. He gets all
pissed, tells me he doesn't like when I talk to him that
way. I said I had food in my mouth and I didn't mean for
it to sound mean. He said that if he doesn't point out
when I talk to him that way it'll keep happening. "oooooh.
Ok." I say sarcastically. We exchanged pleasantries and
hung up. Dickwad.

OK I'm so in a pissy mood. Fuck all you fuckers.




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