Well, today was one of the worst days of my adult life. Sat across from you-know-who all day and got to listen to all the stories about how they are looking at condos together and how the ex/ new love is even considering moving closer to you-know-who. How nice. How very fucking nice. No, really… it’s great news. Well, I’m assuming it is at least, since it was THE topic of discussion all day- at every opportunity. Two feet away from me, all day. In my face, all day. All day.
And all day I tried to drown out the conversations. All day I tried to run from my desk and go somewhere else. But then the conversations would start up again as soon as I returned… almost as if on cue… almost as if to rub my nose in the situation. I doubt it was that fiendish- just can’t see them having enough energy to pursue that- but it was certainly painful and repetitive.
At least, dear Lord, take your fucking personal/ private conversations elsewhere. Especially when the conversation is on your damned cell phone. Walk away from our shared space and go whisper your honey-baby’s somewhere else… it’s a big fucking building. Show a tiny shred of courtesy and respect and just take it elsewhere. OK?
I spent the day biting my lip and watching the clock. It’s very clear to me now that if they don’t leave the company soon, that I will have to. I don’t have the strength to stay and fight for my space or listen to their ever-growing happiness without me. I’ve already, quickly, reached my saturation point. I’m doing my very best to avoid the big office blowout that leaves us both mortified and embarrassed, but I fear it might not be far off now. As long as I can make it through this week and past the office Christmas party, I might stand a chance. Might.
Without my daughter here with me, I can tell that this is going to be a very, very long week.
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