It was only coincidence that yesterday was Monday. I, like Ginger, don't let the fact that it's Monday mean that I'm going to have a bad day. But, regardless, I did have a bad day. A really bad day.
I thought it was pretty lame when I waited 20 minutes for a train. I was especially frustrated because chose not to walk the 7 minutes to a different train like I usually do because I left just late enough that I figured I should go to the closer one so I'd get to work at my normal time - not "on time" since on time is relative here, we set our own schedules, no one cares as long as we're here for our full 37.5 hours each week - but anyway, I don't like to be "late" because I like to leave at my normal time at the end of the day. So it was pretty irritating when I waited for 20 minutes and realized I would have made it to the other train and probably still gotten to work earlier than I did. I ended up being 15 minutes "late."
It was even lamer that when I walked into the library (the intern area) at 9:15, Mr. Obnoxious Intern looked at the clock and mouthed "wow." Like it mattered. Like I was actually late. Like he never comes in at 9:30 to 9:45, takes long lunch breaks, yet leaves at the same time as the rest of us. Our supervisor doesn't watch us like a hawk so the hours are kind of the honor system, and boy does he manipulate that. I fear he's going to be rather unethical as a lawyer. I mean, sure, I poke around online a bit, all of us do. But it's only when I have nothing to do because I finished my most recent project and I haven't gotten another one. Like now.
Anyway, so the being late outside my control and then the obnoxious intern's reaction set my teeth on edge already. But I was going to get over it. Until this boy, that I'd been...not dating yet but it certainly seemed things were on their way, suddenly was "in a relationship" on Facebook. And not with me. Now, mind you, enough had "happened" that this was, to me, a completely inappropriate thing to do. At least in the situation where that stuff "happened" because I actually liked this guy and thought I'd like to lead somewhere. Big step for me. But, as he was Amanda's friend, I decided okay, I need to just let this blow over, it's not like I was head over heels. I thought I could probably still at least be civil to him in mixed company. I'm pretty realistic with myself about what stage I'm at with a guy.
Then I talked to Amanda. Now, think back to my mentioning that things had "happened." Then think what it would mean that he told Amanda and then gave me a rating. Yes. A rating. A stupid, piggish, chauvinistic, mother f-ing douchebaggy thing to do. As we all know, it doesn't even matter if it was a good rating (Amanda didn't tell me and I didn't want to know), it's stupid and immature. Also stupid that he seemed to forget that GIRLS TALK. You don't tell a girl's close female friend anything like that. Ever.
He's now de-friended on Facebook by me and the only three people that are connected to me that he was friends with. Those three people being Amanda, Megan, and Vanessa. I knew Megan and Vanessa would since they really only knew him because we'd all hung out a couple times. And Amanda said that because of all this, he's dead to her. She didn't know he'd do a thing like that and once she learned that she decided that he's not worthy of her friendship.
So, in the end, I greatly appreciate my friends. I mean, I certainly hope that any normal woman wouldn't stand for that and wouldn't continue to be his friend. But that doesn't take away from the fact that I really appreciate them.
Today will be a better day.
Oh, and by the way, Mom, I'm so, so glad I can be open with you because there was no way I wasn't posting about this.
Edit: 7-29-08 11:32 pm, changed the title.
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