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So you know the coworker P that I've talked about? The one who does everything in her ability to backstabbing people? The one who has such crazy ideas I wonder how she lives? Her...
About two years ago now P got gastric bypass. Just following the pre surgery diet made her loose a ton of poundage and we told her just do the diet and forget the surgery. But she went ahead and went under the knife. Now she is about 120 lbs soaking wet, ornery as hell, and thinks that she looks like the hottest grandma out there. Excuse me while I go loose my lunch.
*FF sleeping music plays*
Okay I'm better... For the past few months now P has complained up and down that water is sooooo boring at she doesn't see WHY she has to drink more then 32oz in a day. That is ignorable but now she has taken to swiping any drink I bring in to see what it is since she just doesn't understand how I'm loosing weight without the surgery. So I thought I would be nice and let her know about the tea store I go to.
She went there....she BITCHED out the baristas for not knowing what she wanted...came back to me crying that she just didn't understand. I, at first, didn't want to help her. Those barista's rock and don't get paid enough for the crap P put them through. So after much wheedling I agreed to go with her and get her set up.
Never showed.
I complain to her that not showing wasted a bunch of my day. Because while I do like to have a cup of tea there I waited on her butt for over an hour. Normally I'm in and out of there in 15 minuets. My tea is usually pre packed and waiting for me and the most I'll add is one of there special blends I can't seem to put together myself.
So a month passes and she's once again poking at my thermos... I inwardly cringe and ask once again if she would like me to help pick her out some teas and something to brew the leaves in. Mentally I push my days plans around and carve out a large chunk of time. We agree on a time and I go and sit. Was smart this time...brought a book to read.
1:15 later and a txt with no response I get up. Grab my roommates some tea in thank you for paying their shares of the power bill on time, get a to go cup of some tea called Funky Monkey, and head home. Walking in the door I get a txt from P, demanding to know "Who the *#*#%**} h*ll is this?" I txt back and get nothing.
She just got off the phone with me a few mins ago... Bitching me out for not being there.
I think we just had strike 3...
About two years ago now P got gastric bypass. Just following the pre surgery diet made her loose a ton of poundage and we told her just do the diet and forget the surgery. But she went ahead and went under the knife. Now she is about 120 lbs soaking wet, ornery as hell, and thinks that she looks like the hottest grandma out there. Excuse me while I go loose my lunch.
*FF sleeping music plays*
Okay I'm better... For the past few months now P has complained up and down that water is sooooo boring at she doesn't see WHY she has to drink more then 32oz in a day. That is ignorable but now she has taken to swiping any drink I bring in to see what it is since she just doesn't understand how I'm loosing weight without the surgery. So I thought I would be nice and let her know about the tea store I go to.
She went there....she BITCHED out the baristas for not knowing what she wanted...came back to me crying that she just didn't understand. I, at first, didn't want to help her. Those barista's rock and don't get paid enough for the crap P put them through. So after much wheedling I agreed to go with her and get her set up.
Never showed.
I complain to her that not showing wasted a bunch of my day. Because while I do like to have a cup of tea there I waited on her butt for over an hour. Normally I'm in and out of there in 15 minuets. My tea is usually pre packed and waiting for me and the most I'll add is one of there special blends I can't seem to put together myself.
So a month passes and she's once again poking at my thermos... I inwardly cringe and ask once again if she would like me to help pick her out some teas and something to brew the leaves in. Mentally I push my days plans around and carve out a large chunk of time. We agree on a time and I go and sit. Was smart this time...brought a book to read.
1:15 later and a txt with no response I get up. Grab my roommates some tea in thank you for paying their shares of the power bill on time, get a to go cup of some tea called Funky Monkey, and head home. Walking in the door I get a txt from P, demanding to know "Who the *#*#%**} h*ll is this?" I txt back and get nothing.
She just got off the phone with me a few mins ago... Bitching me out for not being there.
I think we just had strike 3...
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