ew.

ew.

ok, so i've almost come to terms with the fact that this is a kiss-up job. i'm fine that i'm destined to wander under the noontime sun for most of the week and be as pleasant as i can so i can ask for favors.

but i don't frikkin' have to peddle myself.

hey, i'm thankful for the face and the body, and i know i'm a shameless flirt, but i really choose my prey. and i sure as hell don't do it for work.

it sucks that i feel like i'm being chastised for being businesslike by my bosses just because some D.O.M. station manager is hell bent on meeting me. the fact that he gives me the run-around whenever i try to transact business with me, and instead sends me a shitload of cheesy religious forwarded messages just pushes me to be more and more stony. i tried to accommodate some of these inane moves, but ultimately i only want to dodge him for eternity. (i told my boss i had plans tonight so i wouldn't have to wait for him here in the office to meet him. in truth, i am just going home to exercise, have a nice dinner with my family and chat with my sister.) i am seriously creeped out.

so here go the bosses asking me to play the game.

hey, i don't have to frikkin' peddle myself.

ew.