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I don't like Mondays.

Someone told me the boss wasn't going to be there Monday, so I arrived an hour late. That's 15 minutes later than the usual 45 minutes late I am, and 15 minutes after he usually arives. So imagine my surprise when I see his little hybrid parked out front.

I didn't even get in that building before this woman who obviously loathes me but grins ear to ear each time she sees me throws open the door and shouts, "HI THERE, HOW ARE YA?!"

So I say I'm fine, and immediately she mocks me. She repeats what I say every single time in her best Eeyore voice. No matter what I say. Even if I've made a concentrated effort to not sound like a suicidal donkey. My eyes always narrow and I visualize ripping off my sunglasses and throwing down my purse as I run at her full speed to slam her into the wet glass where I bludgeon her with the hubcap I've torn off her nearby Dodge Caravan.

Maybe tomorrow.

Comments

daddylovebucket
Mar. 11th, 2008 03:41 am (UTC)
I love your stories.

I want to kill her too.
velouria
Mar. 11th, 2008 03:44 am (UTC)
we're just roughing her up a lil.
daddylovebucket
Mar. 11th, 2008 03:55 am (UTC)
do you want me to hold her and you punch her or the other way around?
velouria
Mar. 11th, 2008 04:02 am (UTC)
oh i definetely want to be the puncher.