The Angry Dieter

I have a confession. to make about the bitchy things I say behind people’s backs. I then repeat those things to their faces when I meet them next. It’s my belief, if I tell them to their face what I laugh about behind their backs then I am not being a two-faced bitch!

So the first thing i bitch about is that someone (Dr Evil) at work constantly favours a chick who he obviously is in love with (has a crush on) or wants to bump uglies with. He gets her off the phones, they sit and chat whilst she does nothing, and then gets up to help others when they need help and goes and sits down again. A few people have commented on it, and I have aswell. So last week, when I was at the pub getting drunk, and being driven home in the same car with the JJ, and Dr Evil I told him what everyone talks about. That we all see he is favouring this chick, and he should probably stop. He hasn’t. Not my problem, I have told him what we bitch about.

Then there is another friend. There is an advert on australian TV for a hairshampoo, A very blokey bloke in leather jacket and long long hair washes his hair, and then to very inspirational music, you see him running through a park. Like a girl. Swooshing his hair back and forth smiling and looking very pretty and unmacho –like.  So I told a friend tonight after laughing about it that i had purchased the shampoo and expected to run like a girl through a park just like he does. :>

Then we have another comment I make about guys with hair that they gel up into tiny mohawks taken straight from The Simpsons. “Sharkboy!” They look funny walking through the call centre like they are so hot, and the whole shark fin look.. very dicky, so I call them sharkboy. They hate it.

Then there was the chick who my friend JJ and I decided to bitch about when we were on one of our walks. She ran past us, the perfect size 10, long blond hair in the perfect pony tail, wearing lycra shorts, and a lycra crop top, reebok shoes, pink socks, and she wasn’t sweating.. she glowed and shimmered. It was the perfect sweat. she didn’t look unladylike at all. We decided that she wasn’t out jogging for fitness, but jogging to get all the hot men looking at her (as we walk near the city, lots of single male men live around there as it’s close to work). then she got into a small red car, drank out of her hot pink water bottle, touched up her lipstick and drove off. Bitch!  Meanwhile, JJ and I were huffing and puffing our way up to Brando’s in Vic Park for a big megamochachino.
Oh, on the job front ? After my chat with my managers, I now have a six month stint as a team leader where I work Same pay and conditions I have now. I rock. I now have something new on my resume. Second time that putting myself out there has resulted in something positive. I think I should keep that assertive side of me, it’s doing well.

August 25th, 2006 | Category: Odd moments, Work | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL