I never make promises: I promised him pancakes. Yesterday, I promised him that I would wake up today and make him fucking pancakes. Then I scurried off to meet that old wise man with the car at a nameless upscale hotel bar here in the city. We were to have our first dinner together, and I was planning on impressing him with my graceful European eating habits. It went flawlessly, our conversation flowed with serious poise and deep underlying connection. I told him about cleaning the laundry room, he told me about cleaning up a situation with some property of his is some state I've never been to. I was treated with incredible respect, and glowed the entire way home.
Cut to my entering. I knew I'd have to bat some serious doe eyes to keep boss man happy, and I did. Until he started playing video games-- the video games which he proceeded to play for three hours. I joined him for 45 minutes, to make him happy, and went to bed.
And here we are this morning, when I awoke to the ever so passive-agressive words of boss man. "Guess we aren't gonna have those pancakes today, are we." Not a question, but a statement. I had slept in 15 minutes, therefor leaving myself an entire hour instead of an hour fifteen to make him his fucking pancakes. I snapped out of bed, turned on the burner, and lost all my self control. My over anxious tongue told him to engage in lewd sex acts with himself, and laid down a line. I have been abused my entire life, in almost every way possible, and there is NO WAY I was going to let him treat me with even the slightest bit of disrespect.
This may not have been so visible to me if I hadn't just gone to that fabulous dinner with Wise-Man. My boss has the shittiest timing when it comes to his assholery.
Cut to my entering. I knew I'd have to bat some serious doe eyes to keep boss man happy, and I did. Until he started playing video games-- the video games which he proceeded to play for three hours. I joined him for 45 minutes, to make him happy, and went to bed.
And here we are this morning, when I awoke to the ever so passive-agressive words of boss man. "Guess we aren't gonna have those pancakes today, are we." Not a question, but a statement. I had slept in 15 minutes, therefor leaving myself an entire hour instead of an hour fifteen to make him his fucking pancakes. I snapped out of bed, turned on the burner, and lost all my self control. My over anxious tongue told him to engage in lewd sex acts with himself, and laid down a line. I have been abused my entire life, in almost every way possible, and there is NO WAY I was going to let him treat me with even the slightest bit of disrespect.
This may not have been so visible to me if I hadn't just gone to that fabulous dinner with Wise-Man. My boss has the shittiest timing when it comes to his assholery.
