Hateful Bitches!

CARBS 300x218 Hateful Bitches!Thursday, November 23, 2006

Yesterday I was alone sitting in another office on the computer watching videos on YouTube. I was sitting on a high chair. The main base of the computer (you know the bit with the floppy disk drive that holds all the information was on the floor) and I had one foot propped up on it and another crossed over that leg.

I heard the door make a noise like it was about to open (it’s one of those combination lock doors) so I quickly started to uncross my legs and take them off the computer base, as I didn’t think it would look good having my feet all over property that wasn’t mine. The person that came in caught me in the act of detaching my feet from the computer base. It was lucky that I removed them too. It was the IT guy (I say THE because we only have ONE… how lame) and he may have not looked so favourably upon me resting my feet on what he sees as his equipment.

This is how the conversation went:

IT GUY: Oh are you having problems crossing your legs?

Me: No

IT GUY: That’s what it looks like

Me: No I can cross my legs perfectly well thank you

IT GUY: (laughing)

Me: (Silence, wondering how this guy dragged me into this stupid conversation)

IT GUY: Are your legs too fat to cross?

Me: No they aren’t (This man needs to leave me alone now)

IT GUY: Don’t worry lots of women in my family can’t cross their legs

Me: Ok great. Good luck to them. (WTF do I need to know this for)

Then that mother fucker slapped my thigh!

I told that bitch NOT to touch me and he left the room. What the fuck does he think this is? I was pissed. He is such a loser. I don’t even know him for him to be talking about ANY Fuckin THING to me apart from hello goodbye and, is your computer OK? Damn cheek.

Once time he went to lunch with this woman that I sometimes go to lunch with. She sometimes gives him a lift home and they are semi close in work terms anyway. I personally think he fancies her but they are both married (plus she wouldn’t go there) so he just tries to impress her with some lame lyrics now and then. So they were going to lunch and on the way there they were walking in silence, no chit chat. This fool breaks the silence with,

“I just love to hear the sound of your feet against the pavement. It’s like music to my ears”

LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!

The second half of this bitching session is aimed at all those who are trying to make me fall off the wagon with my dieting. Those hateful fuckin bitches keep trying to give me frigging fizzy drinks (which I never did drink before anyway) bread and all the other shit that I am not eating at the moment. I already old WWGS that she needs to stop with bringing me anything from the bakery or sherbet sticks (she loves those things first thing in the morning) and she has complied.

The other bitches like to try and put me off  by making it like I am being ridiculous in doing a diet. When one particular staff member sees me eating a salad, she says,

“Oh is that going to fill you up?”

Another one said,

“You shouldn’t restrict yourself you know. You need to do exercise”

And how the fuck may I ask do any of them know what I do when I don’t even tell them? They look at one meal and make assumptions.

I haven’t told any of them to shut the fuck up yet, but its coming.

Hateful bitches.

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