Usually I am fine with that except I am not in the cake mood this week and the smell of butter and cream is giving me an unnecessarily headache. I can’t throw it away nor can I give it to someone else because anyone who is a ‘someone’ in the office (hah!) already got a piece and if I give it away to someone who didn’t get a piece from the original giver, then it might offend both the giver and the unintended recipient. Does that make sense? What should I do with the cake?
Besides cake issue, as you will tell from this post, I am dealing very badly with stress at work. A couple of nights ago, I started drinking at home after work by myself and I got pissed drunk after 2 glasses of lonesome wine and I passed out at 9pm. The Man, who goes to sleep only at 3am, told me that I was tossing and turning and sputtering nonsense in my sleep. He said I woke up at around 2am and started rolling on top of him. Not in the sexy way. We suspect that I was mimicking a juggernaut and trying to proverbially ‘crush’ away my stress. Poor him; he was collateral damage.
He is certainly not my source of stress. He is, what people call, a “long suffering boyfriend”. Throughout our relationship, he only shouted at me once – but he did it in the car so it was very loud. And he only shouted because I was going at him for something really stupid – if I am not mistaken, it was because he was wearing the wrong tee shirt. I linked it to him not appreciating me. You know us, girls, we can link such things. Anyway, after he shouted at me (really loudly), there was a deafening silence. I can sense that he wanted to hit me on the head too but since I was driving, he didn’t (for fear of his own safety). When I stopped driving (at the destination, mind you, I didn’t do the stop-by-the-roadside nonsense), I already forgot what we were fighting about. He didn’t because he obviously had a lot of free time seething at the passenger seat while I was doing my F1 stunts on the road. Anyway, so I groveled and we were okay after that. You see, another reason why we are still together is because although I’m unreasonable and stupid, I am amnesiac and okay with groveling. Maybe that’s why our relationship works. Who knows.
Funny enough, people still think I am single. The other day, a colleague of mine commented that she is surprised I have been single for so long. When I asked her why she thinks that, she said I only bring “that girl” to our office event the past 2 years. By “that girl”, she is referring to The Toe. Now, that’s an interesting preposition. She is assuming I am straight – which is unusual because everyone at the climbing gym believed me and Toe to be lesbians. Anyway, I told my colleague that I bring “that girl” because I don’t like to mix work and pleasure.
Which means, Toe is work. Hahaha! No lar, she is not . She is a piece of work, though. At my last office event, I introduced her to my Big Boss. She have had like a dozen gin lime & lime by then. I introduced her as my BFF to Big Boss. I even ask Big Boss if he knew what BFF means and he said yes. My Big Boss started asking her about HER big boss whom he knew, to which The Toe replied, “oh, that fucker talk a lot of cock”. Needless to say, my Big Boss and Toe got along very well and my Big Boss even wrote me an email after to say that my BFF as of 25th April 2012, is very charming. The fact that he indicated a date very evidently shows that he understands the concept of BFF. Smart guy.
And now, in case you are wondering what happened to that piece of cake I was talking about earlier, it is in my stomach. Thanks for reading thus far…
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