Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Tonight at my part-time job at our friendly neighborhood Barnes & Noble, one of the managers (I use the term loosely -- the moron is about a year older than me and considers himself to be quite the shit because he was a history major. Yeah, and I was a religion major. Who the fuck cares?!) informed me that I "have the personality of a wet blanket."
Not quite the thing you want to hear when you're experiencing depression and your feet hurt and you're doing your best to ward off an ever-approaching migraine. Jesus Christ.
He apologized later, in no uncertain terms, after I was found crying in the break room.
Zoloft, sweet ambrosia of the gods, I could use some help right about now.
Not quite the thing you want to hear when you're experiencing depression and your feet hurt and you're doing your best to ward off an ever-approaching migraine. Jesus Christ.
He apologized later, in no uncertain terms, after I was found crying in the break room.
Zoloft, sweet ambrosia of the gods, I could use some help right about now.
posted by Mollywogger @ 3:20 AM
2 Comments:
At 9:43 PM ,
MsPrufrock said...
How seriously can you take someone under the age of 80 that uses the term "wet blanket"? It must be a major bookstore chain managerial thing, as I came across many such people in my two years working at Borders. I hope he's still not upsetting you with inane, outdated insults!
At 9:43 PM ,
MsPrufrock said...
How seriously can you take someone under the age of 80 that uses the term "wet blanket"? It must be a major bookstore chain managerial thing, as I came across many such people in my two years working at Borders. I hope he's still not upsetting you with inane, outdated insults!
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