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A couple of hours ago, the alpha male came back and just hovered, as he is often prone to do.
I turned around, and sure enough he was looking right in my cubicle.
I told him to fuck off.
Then he goes into the innocent victim routine, "who do you think you are, I can stand anywhere I want. I didn't even say his name." Yes, back into third-person I go.
Now, of all things, I feel guilty because I recall a journal where Childfree-Bitch comes into Devi's office, mentions some off-color remark Tony or Todd or one of those T-words made. Devi laughed, as the comment was funny. And the bitch responded, "Oh, laugh! Laugh at my pain!" and then started mocking Devi.
Of course, when I relayed the story of how he responded to one of my neighbors being murdered to some other co-workers, I didn't yell at other people for laughing at my story of his assholitude. So maybe I'm not a bitch.
I'd love to leave here and just get a job in Seattle, except I'd be competing with 30,000 former Boeing employees.
I turned around, and sure enough he was looking right in my cubicle.
I told him to fuck off.
Then he goes into the innocent victim routine, "who do you think you are, I can stand anywhere I want. I didn't even say his name." Yes, back into third-person I go.
Now, of all things, I feel guilty because I recall a journal where Childfree-Bitch comes into Devi's office, mentions some off-color remark Tony or Todd or one of those T-words made. Devi laughed, as the comment was funny. And the bitch responded, "Oh, laugh! Laugh at my pain!" and then started mocking Devi.
Of course, when I relayed the story of how he responded to one of my neighbors being murdered to some other co-workers, I didn't yell at other people for laughing at my story of his assholitude. So maybe I'm not a bitch.
I'd love to leave here and just get a job in Seattle, except I'd be competing with 30,000 former Boeing employees.