Nice try, Sucker
Today's title is in reference to two different people: My boss and Old man from Montjuic
Today I was half an hour late to my internship which is ridiculous because I'm supposed to be there at 11. Which is basically what time I woke back up after apparently unsuccessfully resetting my alarm. Whatever -- my boss is always late for everything she goes to. If she goes at all. We had an okay day today, mainly because I managed to do very little. One thing I did catch, though, is that there is apparently a weekly "girls night" with women who work at the paper. This is the first I'd heard about it, and I only heard about it because my boss said to another woman who stopped by the paper, "I don't feel so good, I'm cancelling girls' night tonight." Uh-huh. I guess for me it's just been cancelled every week, so no problem there.
The Boss tried to be my buddy/big sister/mentor today when she took me out to lunch after work (something she did because she does it with her bf every Thursday and he's out of town at the moment). She told me my career's going just fine, I'm right where I need to be, blah, blah, blah, she has friends in Boston, blah, blah, blah ... whatever. I see through that bullshit. You can be nice to me for an hour, but you're still basically going to just use me to suit your own needs, like tomorrow, when you MAKE me do distribution for free which you would normally pay €8 an hour for. My god, I gotta remember she is not looking out for my best interests so I shouldn't be worried about her.
Secondly, I did not even bother to go spy on Old Man from Montjuic to see if he showed up for the secret rendezvous I had no intention of honoring. Serves the bastard right for making dates with 23-year-olds behind his wife's back. :D Instead I went to Hibernian books in Gracia, then just walked around. It was really great. You know what? I do kinda like it here. It's really pretty and really chill. And old and cool. Couldn't remember why I can't stay ... then at one point it hit me. Oh yeah, the ex. Had totally forgot about him. Whoops! :)
Funnily enough I came home and caught him JUST when he opened his gmail. Ah hah! Ended up messing with him on the web cam and by the end he said, "I love you princess".
So wait -- that makes THREE suckers.
In other news, Irish Kurt has invited me to his show tomorrow. I'm not that impressed with his supposed musical talent but I might as well go. Should be very interesting, but I can guarantee it won't get as interesting as he hopes it will. Poor bastard.
Today I was half an hour late to my internship which is ridiculous because I'm supposed to be there at 11. Which is basically what time I woke back up after apparently unsuccessfully resetting my alarm. Whatever -- my boss is always late for everything she goes to. If she goes at all. We had an okay day today, mainly because I managed to do very little. One thing I did catch, though, is that there is apparently a weekly "girls night" with women who work at the paper. This is the first I'd heard about it, and I only heard about it because my boss said to another woman who stopped by the paper, "I don't feel so good, I'm cancelling girls' night tonight." Uh-huh. I guess for me it's just been cancelled every week, so no problem there.
The Boss tried to be my buddy/big sister/mentor today when she took me out to lunch after work (something she did because she does it with her bf every Thursday and he's out of town at the moment). She told me my career's going just fine, I'm right where I need to be, blah, blah, blah, she has friends in Boston, blah, blah, blah ... whatever. I see through that bullshit. You can be nice to me for an hour, but you're still basically going to just use me to suit your own needs, like tomorrow, when you MAKE me do distribution for free which you would normally pay €8 an hour for. My god, I gotta remember she is not looking out for my best interests so I shouldn't be worried about her.
Secondly, I did not even bother to go spy on Old Man from Montjuic to see if he showed up for the secret rendezvous I had no intention of honoring. Serves the bastard right for making dates with 23-year-olds behind his wife's back. :D Instead I went to Hibernian books in Gracia, then just walked around. It was really great. You know what? I do kinda like it here. It's really pretty and really chill. And old and cool. Couldn't remember why I can't stay ... then at one point it hit me. Oh yeah, the ex. Had totally forgot about him. Whoops! :)
Funnily enough I came home and caught him JUST when he opened his gmail. Ah hah! Ended up messing with him on the web cam and by the end he said, "I love you princess".
So wait -- that makes THREE suckers.
In other news, Irish Kurt has invited me to his show tomorrow. I'm not that impressed with his supposed musical talent but I might as well go. Should be very interesting, but I can guarantee it won't get as interesting as he hopes it will. Poor bastard.
posted by sucktastic at 5:11 PM
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