So she is back. The ex has returned. Already, she has told me that I made her feel like shit. Nice. Home 15 minutes, and she deals me that.
OK. Here's the setup. I gave her flowers a little while before she left. She had been having a rotten day, so I bought her flowers and dropped them off at her work. So she loved having flowers in her room for the next few days. So, I bought her flowers and had them in her vase in her room for when she got home tonight. Nice, right? Yep, I thought so. AND, I gave her the Christmas present I had bought for her when she got home. We decided that Christmas should be postponed, since she was too busy to even get me a gift, much less exchange them before she left. Not too busy to go to clubs and get laid, though. At least I am not bitter. Oh, BTW, she didn't have time in the past month to buy me a gift, either. Nah, no bitterness here.
So she had been telling me how she had fallen off the wagon (her diet) and gotten really fat over her break. Now, that must mean about 5-10 pounds in her paranoid world. So I have been watching what I eat and exercising, and I have shaved off about 12 pounds in the past 6 weeks or so. Down to about 190, which is good. So while we are here, relaxing a bit after she got home, I jokingly say that maybe the weight I lost went to her and my Dad (who has gained a bunch of weight in the past 2-3 months). So she tells me I just made her feel like shit. This, after I tell her that she still looks good (no lie there) and that I couldn't tell that she gained any weight, but I knew that she was bothered by it.
So all in all, maybe I shoulda kept my mouth shut, but it was a joke, and she knew how I felt, and I had done some really nice things for her "homecoming". What shit. Nobody else would have treated me like it. I am done. I thought I would give things a little bit of a chance, cuz she kept telling me how she felt bad for all the mean mistreating ways she had laid upon me. Now I find out that her apologies were simply a moment of clarity in a disturbed ocean. Oh well, me and my wishful thinking.
Otherwise, this so called life (what a great show!) of mine is going well. Work is a pleasant mix of madness and unappreciation, for the most part. I build the world, and no one says a damned thing about it unless something is wrong. And even then, it's usually not the fault of my shop. But I look at is as the rotten way some of this world works. Starbucks actually had some brilliance in it. They made sure criticism was specific, which is nice. Not that the boss coming up to me and telling me that I am doing a great job and handing me a C note isn't great, but what exactly is he talking about? You see the dilemma.
But review time is here once again, and they know that if I don't get $2 more an hour, I will walk down the street and get that $$ from a competitor. Oh well, we should just wait til reviews are over before we start filling our sandbags.
Well, the bed I am sitting on is clawing at me, and I will surrender to it shortly. Maybe after another slice of pizza. But I am going to put this entry to bed. Night all you strangers. And sweet dreams to all my friends.
OK. Here's the setup. I gave her flowers a little while before she left. She had been having a rotten day, so I bought her flowers and dropped them off at her work. So she loved having flowers in her room for the next few days. So, I bought her flowers and had them in her vase in her room for when she got home tonight. Nice, right? Yep, I thought so. AND, I gave her the Christmas present I had bought for her when she got home. We decided that Christmas should be postponed, since she was too busy to even get me a gift, much less exchange them before she left. Not too busy to go to clubs and get laid, though. At least I am not bitter. Oh, BTW, she didn't have time in the past month to buy me a gift, either. Nah, no bitterness here.
So she had been telling me how she had fallen off the wagon (her diet) and gotten really fat over her break. Now, that must mean about 5-10 pounds in her paranoid world. So I have been watching what I eat and exercising, and I have shaved off about 12 pounds in the past 6 weeks or so. Down to about 190, which is good. So while we are here, relaxing a bit after she got home, I jokingly say that maybe the weight I lost went to her and my Dad (who has gained a bunch of weight in the past 2-3 months). So she tells me I just made her feel like shit. This, after I tell her that she still looks good (no lie there) and that I couldn't tell that she gained any weight, but I knew that she was bothered by it.
So all in all, maybe I shoulda kept my mouth shut, but it was a joke, and she knew how I felt, and I had done some really nice things for her "homecoming". What shit. Nobody else would have treated me like it. I am done. I thought I would give things a little bit of a chance, cuz she kept telling me how she felt bad for all the mean mistreating ways she had laid upon me. Now I find out that her apologies were simply a moment of clarity in a disturbed ocean. Oh well, me and my wishful thinking.
Otherwise, this so called life (what a great show!) of mine is going well. Work is a pleasant mix of madness and unappreciation, for the most part. I build the world, and no one says a damned thing about it unless something is wrong. And even then, it's usually not the fault of my shop. But I look at is as the rotten way some of this world works. Starbucks actually had some brilliance in it. They made sure criticism was specific, which is nice. Not that the boss coming up to me and telling me that I am doing a great job and handing me a C note isn't great, but what exactly is he talking about? You see the dilemma.
But review time is here once again, and they know that if I don't get $2 more an hour, I will walk down the street and get that $$ from a competitor. Oh well, we should just wait til reviews are over before we start filling our sandbags.
Well, the bed I am sitting on is clawing at me, and I will surrender to it shortly. Maybe after another slice of pizza. But I am going to put this entry to bed. Night all you strangers. And sweet dreams to all my friends.
posted by Rich at 1/18/2004 09:58:00 PM
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