Tuesday’s child is full of grace? Not this one.
I was born on a Tuesday and I’m just short of running through the corridors of my office throwing last week’s garbage in people’s faces. I think I missed the bit in my interview where they stated that everyone had ticked the little box in the corner that said ‘incompetent’.
Right before I had to print a report that I was on my way to present (on behalf of my boss who was home AGAIN with morning sickness) we ran out of printer paper – the administrator was waiting for the last sheet to pop out of the printer before she ‘wasted money’ buying supplies that we didn’t need. She used the same logic for toilet paper last week. What do we always have? Sugar. During the sugar crisis she took it upon herself to buy two bags a day. We have boxes and boxes of sugar and what feels like a a trillion sugar ants. If you breath on your computer screen after lunch a few will pop up to scout the scene for a potential meal.
Luke and I are still not on speaking terms. I’m not sure if I care. He bores me. To be honest I don’t think that I even miss him that much. I’ve been hanging out with Carrie again, either I’ve been too busy partying to notice or he wasn’t that big of a deal.
Here is how I see it. If I apologise then our relationship is totally based on lies and pretence. Over.
If he doesn’t apologise then he just doesn’t get it and we shoudn’t be together. Over
If he apologises there is hope.
It’s just that simple.