soapboxdiner Bitter Hello, muffins. Today was a day and a half. A call from my mother castigating me for not returning a call I didn't realize she'd placed (declining our invite to the Thanksgiving we're hosting), then inviting us to Christmas, then telling me that M00d is not invited, but if D00d, S00d and I can't politely come without M00d, then we should just stay home as well. This now marks the FOURTH time I have been asked not to attend my mother's self-defined "family-only" Christmas gatherings. All very politely and aplogetically, of course. -----Original Message----- I don't understand it, and it hurts more than I'll ever show her. Dood wrote back: -----Original Message----- Which made me very giddy. Middle Manager in Training (MMIT) was called into the Boss's office this afternoon, followed by CEO. Behind the closed door and through the wall, I heard laughter and "Oh, this is such good, happy news!" come out of MMIT's thin, smarmy lips. Then voices hushed and I went about my day. At quitting time, he came into my office to say good night, and I was all, "Sorry to overhear, but it sounded like you got good news! You got a promotion, huh? Congratulations, Slimy!" To which he replied, "Well, I've been asked not to say anything to The Staff until it's announced. Sorry, you'll have to wait to hear it from them." "OK then. Well, I just wanted to be the first to tell you congratulations in a private moment." Pukey slimeball. And yes, I will burn in Hell. And yes, I deserve all the kicked out of Christmases I get. I'm a jealous, covetous, evil, egocentric woman, SBD be my name. But pardon me while I don't understand how a slacking smoozer like MMIT has shown any redemptive attributes qualifying him for promotion. There, I said it. I feel better now. And you know, once the announcement is made, I bet you $10 that he's getting put in charge of technology integration. Probably because he once uttered, "Analog technology is pass�," to the right person. Not that any project he's been put in charge of has ever come to fruition. But whatever. 6:03 pm - 11.17.09
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