So, my birthday was on the 12th and this is the conversation I had with the idiot at my job that Wednesday:
Idiot: SO YOUR BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW RIGHT?!
Me: You do know that I’m like 3 ft away from you right?
Idiot: SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!
-Apparently her inside voice is broken or something-
Me: I don’t know. Not sure yet if I’m coming in to work or not. Can you take it down a notch? You’re giving me a headache.
Idiot: ARE YOU coming into work?
Me: You don’t listen very well do you?
Idiot: Well, I know we used to have a fund where we’d have money to do stuff for people’s birthday and stuff. I don’t know whatever happened to that. Didn’t we used to have like a dinner or get hoagies or something?
Me: Unless you plan on buying me ice cream cake I won’t be here.
Idiot: I can bake you a cake!!!!!
Idiot: Well what are you doing tomorrow?
Me *sigh* I gotta go…
Idiot: Cuz I can call you and we can go out to dinner or something. There’s this hibachi place on RT 130 that I heard is really good!!!
Me: <—I actually made that face. One big eye. One little eye. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion and disgust. First of all, you don’t have my number to call me. Second, wouldn’t you assume that I was doing something with my friends or boyfriend for my birthday? Why would I go out with a coworker I
don’t even like barely know? Isn’t that kind of weird? Continue reading