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Re: Bite Me
Yes, yes, I'm posting this everywhere, because I am THAT annoyed.
I went to my company's marketing party last night. Which means heels, dress, getting all prettified, and schmoozing for several hours after work - i.e. on my OWN time.
Fine. I like looking pretty, I like schmoozing, I like some of the people I work with and don't mind spendng time with them.
What I do NOT like, is putting up with endless comments and questions about why I'm not drinking. You girlies know how much I enjoy my alcohol. And the JT show gets going full force when I've had a few. But last night, I just thought...nah. Not tonight. Be a little healthier, be a little less of a train wreck, feel good the next day instead of like a bus is on my head...yeah. Good plan.
The rest of my team is a wreck today, as they all drank last night. New Guy isn't even in yet. Which...fine. It's a tradition at this company to get wrecked and then want to die the next day, and not do any work. I've done that many times. But I am extremely annoyed with BMR, New Guy, and every single other boy who was at the marketing party last night, as they ALL pressured me to drink. I had two glasses of cranberry juice, and then had to repeatedly say "no thank you; no I'm not pregnant, I'm just not drinking; no I'm not a recovering alcoholic; no I do NOT want a beer; no I don't want any wine; no thank you; no... no... BITE ME!"
So annoyed. I don't know if it's because they're British or simply because they are stupid, but I have never experienced peer pressure like that before. Am so annoyed. Have just given BMR a bollocking for being such a jackass about it. I stayed for three hours, outside of work, on my own time, sober, and he should be thankful for it. I shouldn't have to put up with silliness of people who arent' comfortable because I haven't got a glass in my hand. I don't particularly like wine, much less CHEAP wine, and unless the beer is cold, and in a bottle labled 'Corona', with a pretty lime sticking out of it, I don't want it.
What is WRONG with people? Am I THAT dull and uninteresting when I'm sober that they can't stand to see me without an alcoholic beverage? I was having a pretty good time, aside from the dumbass comments thrown my way.
That's really sad and annoying. I worked for a company like that quite a few years ago. At any company function everyone would get hammered and if you didn't, you'd have to do the "No, I'm not a member of AA - I just don't feel like drinking tonight" thing too. That kind of drinking "culture" in the company ended when a high level executive announced at one dinner that his wife need to get breast implants. The day after they called a company meeting and he had to apologize to everyone for his behaviour. I'm sure his wife rightfully made life hell for him after saying that.
Anyways, your story just confirms that at the end of the day, even as adults, everything is like highschool. Same peer pressure, same issues to conform, same "authority" figures trying to control you. Only difference is we have cheque books and credit cards...
4/2/2006, 1:43 pm
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Re: Bite Me
OH My God! How pathetic can someone get?
Some of you knew that I had met a guy on the internet. Now I live in Holland and he lives in Denmark, so it's not extremely far away but still too far for a one night date so after chatting for a looooong time we decided to meet up. He wanted to come here for my birthday (this is in Febuari, last Feb he was here) so in the end I agreed.
He came to Holland and the first two, maybe three days were awesome but then it started... He kept touching me, all the !@#$ time and I do mean all the time! It was getting so bad that I had to tell him that I didn't like what he was doing so I started with subtle hints but that didn't work so I told him in clear English that he needed to stop before he drove me up the wall. He told me he understood so it was okay for 10 minutes and then he started again. Constantly taking my hand, stroking my hand, stroking my hair, my leg, my arm etc. So eventually I nearly snapped so I told him that if God meant for us to be stuck all the time he would've made sure we would be attached to the !@#$ hip. I asked him if we were, he said no. (wow) so I thought he got the point but he didn't. It got worse, the irritations got worse. I was dreading the fact he was staying for the week (nine days actually) and we still had about 4 to go!
We went to amsterdam. With my friend and her fiancee. I sat in the front with her hoping he'd stop !@#$ touching me! But he didn't. He kept 'tickling' the back of my neck. So often that I sat bent forward pretending to take something out of my bag. Must've been Marry Poppins' bag cause it took almost the whole drive to Amsterdam.
Anyways, he wanted to smoke pot. Fine by me, it's Amsterdam. I knew it, I also told him he should watch out. Dutch weed is very different from the weed from other countries. He said he could handle it. My friends also warned him.
Now Cindy's fiancee, Harry, smokes all the time. He's like me with cigarettes. So, he smokes really heavy stuff. What does the dane do? Smoke one entire joint of Harry's stuff on his own. What happened you ask? *snorts* He got sick. We nearly had to go home because it happened and I was surprised I didn't feel sad for him but I was angry, pissed off.
Now that feeling made me sad cause I then knew that we would never work out. I tried, god knows I did.
This is gonna be a long story but bare with me. I need to get it off my chest lol. So, a lot of other stuff happened offcourse, this is a mere preview but? The worst thing was when I told him I didn't want to be his girlfriend. We got home and my sister (who lives with me temporarily with her son) she approached me when Bo went to bed that night, telling me that he had emailed her cause he wanted to talk to her about me. As if I lost my mind or something. Sis said he told her not to tell me. Off course she did. fucktart. I was livid! But you know, I didn't tell him I knew. I wanted the last days to be fun for him even if I was annoyed 24/7.
The day before he left we went to my best friend. We were staying over there for the night and then we'd leave for the airport the next day. We had fun, watched films had some laughs. I announced I was going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was standing there for 5 minutes when Lucy (my best friend) walked in. 'You will not believe this' she said.
Yup, he had approached her in the same way he did my sister. Told her he needed to talk to her about getting me back and off course not to tell me.
I was so friggin' pissed i can't even describe it and writing this really makes me pissed off all over again. I told her I wasn't going to say a thing. He was leaving anyways, good riddance. Lucy agreed, we went to bed.
We went to my parents house to say goodbye before we left to the airport. For the 100th time he started about how he wished he had a reset button blah blah blah. He kept on pushing and pushing to try again and bitching and moaning. I snapped and asked him if he thought my friends and my sister would help him.
Do what he asked.
Get me back. Idiot.
He wasn't surprised I knew though he didn't expect them to talk. Contradicting yourself much?
Anyways the point. He went back to denmark god I was so relieved. He didn't contact me anymore so that was fine. I did see him log on once and then leave after he changed his nickname to: I miss Miss Tits (which was my nickname at the time)
I rolled my eyes and went on.
A week ago my sister told me she spoke to him. He told her he fucked up school because of me, and just basically blaming me for his fucked up life. I was mildly surprised to see him come online the next day while I was on. I decided to see what he had to say.
In short the following was my fault:
- He cuts himself now, the knife is his best friend.
- He flunked (sp?) school because of me
- The fact it went wrong with us
and some more trivial stuff but those really made me angry. In the end of a very comical conversation he told me that if I was prepaired to see I was wrong he'd be there for me to take me back.
OH MY GOD. Is he insane? Has he lost a marble or two? How is that all my fault? Granted I may not have ended his holiday in a nice way but COME ON! He was so annoying!
Sorry to have to babble it all on here but I just wanted to see your opinions on this.
4/29/2006, 4:34 pm
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