December 12th, 2006


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Someone from my dark past showed up at work today. Ok, so it wasn't that person, but it was that persons mom. They said "Did you go to so-and-so junior high?" and, of course, I had. She was all like, "Oooh, I'm so-and-so's mom!" and this so-and-so happened to be one of the 'cool' girls, whos mother bought them everything, who was one of the most popular, albiet bratty kids ever. The one that always had the latest fashions, who only hung out with the girls who's mom's drove Beemers and would bring them McDonald's for lunch every day because 'they really wanted it'. I just told her who I was and she was like "Oh ... right ... " Oh yeah, once I told her who I was, she regreted saying she knew me. I wasn't one of the 'popular girls' by any stretch of the imagination, so she really could give two shits about me and how I was doing all grown up and everything. Oh how I loved that reaction to it all. Stupid bink.

Needless to say, I was pretty put off by the whole thing and wasn't much help to her. She wanted prints instantly, I was soooo backed up in the lab ... in fact, it barely looks like I did ANYTHING today. Except attempt to clean up The Boss's big fucking mess. Please, Christmas. Come and go so I can get out of this hell ...