EOD #3

Hey Peter, whaaaaaats happenin? Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm going to need you to come in at the regularly scheduled time tomorrow. Yeeeeeeah, thanks, see ya tomorrow.

Ok, ok, I am far from having Lundberg as a boss but I just felt the urge to throw a little Office Space out there, it always makes me smile.

This is going to be short b/c I'm exhausted. Lots of work, don't know what the fuck is going on, still too new. Sitting with tons of people, trying to piece together the entire group and figure out who the fuck does what and how that applies to me. You know I need my resources, bitches. I like to work but I also like to know what I can delegate. The girl who's on my team is pretty damn intelligent but she's been working at the firm for about 5 years so she's an amazing resource and a great help. What's crazy about her is that she's a 6' tall japanese girl. I don't know, maybe it's not all that weird to some but it caught me off guard the first time she stood up to shake my hand. Ahhhh, there's me pointing out only the important things.
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Ok, ok, small weekend recap...
1. Went shopping for new work clothes all Friday. The girl I went with went completely psycho (she's a pleutonic friend as well) and by the end of the night, drove off with all my new clothes in her trunk as I was trying to get them out. She was upset b/c I wouldn't "watch a movie" with her. As we all know, "watch a movie" is the equivalent of saying "lets fuck". During drinks after shopping, she tried to feel me out with statements like "I need to fuck someone tonight" and other greats like "I need someone to fuck my ass tonight before I leave for Europe tomorrow morning". I responded politely with "I'm sure you have plenty of guys in that cell phone of yours that would eagerly oblige". I guess that didn't go over too well and I also guess that I wasn't clear enough. I should have maybe responded with "I'm sorry but I don't want to stick my member in your skank puss. My guy is happy when he isn't ravaged with gangrene". But statements like that usually don't go over so well during cocktails. Anyway, her big mistake about driving off was that she drove off with her trunk wide open so she was going to have to stop to close it. She ended up stopping at the end of the block and I figured this was going to be my only chance to rescue my new purchases and she wasn't able to shut it from the angle she was at. I ran full sprint and caught up with her, grabbed her and the rest goes a little like this.

ME: [yelling as I grab her arm] "Are you fucking crazy or something?"
HER: What are you talking about?
ME: You tried to steal my clothes, you were actually going to drive off, go to Europe in the morning and leave me without my shit!
HER: What are you talking about?
ME: You just fucking drove off with your trunk open!
HER: No, I didn't.
ME: You fucking tried to take my shit?
HER: No, I didn't.
ME: We're standing at the end of the block, you just jumped out to slam your trunk so you could take off!
HER: No, I didn't.
ME: What?!?!
HER: What's your problem?
ME: [I'm thinking, holy shit, this girl has officially gone off the deep end] Seriously, you have fucking problems.
ME AND HER argue for about another 10 min.
ME: I'm getting my shit, I'm fucking outta here.
HER: If you leave now, I'm never fucking talking to you again.
ME: I'm sorry it has to be that way, I really do like having you as a friend but I need to go home now and you need to go home and get some sleep.
HER: I'll never talk to you again.
ME: Just go home. [I turn around and walk away]

There's a little more to the whole situation but you get the gist. That is, she's officially psycho.

I was so pissed about that situation. Just a bad way to end such a good day. Fucking ruined my night. I went inside and decided to get obliterated. My roommate came home soon thereafter with his date.

That's an interesting story in itself. He brings this date home, we're hanging out with friends. He takes her downstairs, they fuck, he comes back upstairs. By that time, our super hot fucking friend M is up there. She's a little crazy though. But then again, does that come as any surprise? Shouldn't. She's engaged and everything but is in somewhat of an open relationship. That is, he's allowed to fuck whoever he wants and she can't do that anymore now that they're engaged. When they were just bf/gf, she had to call to ask permission before she hooked. Isn't that courteous??? You know, fine, whatever, to each their own but this guy brings home prostitutes and shit. Not cool in my book. Well, my roommate ends up banging M at about 8 on Sat morning after hanging out all night. During that time, the girl he originally was with was in his bdrm. What can you say? Well, the stupid thing on his part is that they're both into girls so he could've probably orchestrated a little 3some action if he was really thinking. God, whatever, I'm sick of talking about it.

Then 3 days later, he ends up banging my other freaky friend Rach. And then she hears from someone or another that I was angry about what happened when in all actuality, I could fucking give a shit. So she makes the call tonight bringing all sorts of drama... "Why are you mad at me? What's the deal?" I'm just "Rach, I don't give a fuck, seriously, I'm just trying to get through my first week of work, I'm exhausted and this is the last thing on my mind". Welcome to the chaos that is my life. I have all these people that surround me and try to drag me into their petty bullshit. Well hey, people! Here's the fucking news, do whatever you have to do, just don't bring the fucking drama to me b/c I don't give a flying fuck. You're cool but keep your shit on your side of fence and we'll be fine. You bring that crap anywhere close to me, do yourself a favor and find a new friend.

It really is amazing how much everyone submerges themselves in shit that just doesn't fucking matter.

Whew, sorry for the outburst there. Just a lot of frustration building up lately. I'm out.