We got Christmas candy from management today. How did they know that I was in some serious need of caffeinated chocolate flavored candies? Brilliant! Apparently Ryan the Temp doesn’t care for Mr. Goodbar so he made me an offer: Goodbar for a peppermint patty. But as quickly as he grabbed up the foil wrapped chocolate, he put it back down and tried to steal a Reeses. Anyone who knows me at all knows that Reeses are my all time favorite. Don’t mess with the perfect marriage that is Reeses’ peanut butter with the so-so taste of Hershey’s chocolate. Don’t even go there with me. After a quick fight that Scott nearly had to break up, Ryan the Temp finally gave in and took the peppermint patty guy back. I won!
The girl who chews her tongue was offered a permanent position. I have to say that after many hours spent making fun of her, I have finally gotten sick of it and now I’m just nice.
“Jen is the sweetest somebody I know” is what Jason wrote on my board. Apparently Sam Haley would beg to differ (obviously not put as eloquently). She said something along the lines of “I would have to argue with that”. Please. I am by far one of the nicest people in this office, in this state, and on this planet. Anyone who thinks otherwise only feels that way because I do not care for them. Clarice could tell you there was a time when she thought I was mean. Again, that is only because I didn’t care to be around her. Sam Haley is an individual that I can’t even force myself to converse with, whether it’s about school (and her purchasing essays from an online site and submitting them as her own work) or, as she so properly coined, “butt warmers”, I have no patience to deal with someone who has such little intellect and nearly nothing to offer as far as decent, intriguing, back and forth conversations go. I bet if I brought up a simple subject like geography she would fail miserably. Angie suggested that perhaps Sam and an ex of mine would make a good couple but she immediately reneged and said that instead, they would be a hilarious couple to watch. Him with all of his brains but no common sense and no emotion, her without any brains and lack of tact… Laughing out loud… ferociously hard.
Tomorrow I will run Fassler. Oh Jesus help us all. I hope it never comes to that. I hope no one ever runs me, today, tomorrow, or years from now. Perhaps what he was trying to say was “Tomorrow I will ruin Fassler” in which case, there is no need because he already did! Thank god now all he is is another reminder of what not do, who not to date, and who to avoid like they are the fucking plague. Although the damage done is minimal at best, he still had some sort of an affect on me. Especially since I spent so much time doubting myself. But I feel brand new. I feel like I did long ago… before Aaron and Cory, before AJ and Ryan, before all of the boys whose hearts I’ve broken. And perhaps Mark was right, perhaps Dan was the giver of my karma. Every action has a consequence.
I’m going to another Buddhist meeting this Friday. Clarice is going to be leading the chanting so I’m excited for her. She’s nervous but I know she’ll do just fine and of course, she’s in good company.
Today is another giant Red Bull day. Ryan and I went to the gas station down the street. We have to drink them lukewarm. Yuck. Apparently they’re discontinuing the 16 ounce cans. I’m so sad.
I’m almost done with my shopping but I have to pick up some things this weekend. Merry fucking Christmas to me! I hate shopping. I hate Christmas. I hate all holidays in general. A poor excuse to boost the suffering economy and a way to say, “I love you so here’s a gift card. Now I don’t want to have to see you again until a year from today. God bless.” We always have to go to mass with Nana on Christmas Eve but I think I’ll skip it this year. I don’t consider myself a Catholic or a Christian so why go through the motions? Just to appease those around me? Pfffftt! No thank you.
After the holidays are over Larissa and I are going to go skiing with Ryan and Cris. We’re also planning a fun little ice skating day in Evergreen. All of the boys said they would come. I’m thinking some hot totties are in order before we don our skates! And of course there will be pictures! I’m thinking maybe we should invite Kate and one of her friends. I’m sure she and I have more in common besides the fact that we both love Ryan and there’s no reason why we shouldn’t make an attempt to be friends.
Now it’s time for work. And room temperature Red Bull. And dreams of Chipotle filling my hungry tummy.
I think I'm going to try harder to guard my heart this coming year. After all that has happened, I've learned only one thing: My heart is where my problems dwell.
