I'm pretty laid back generally, but it's just not cool when someone rubs something in your face. Or makes stupid comments that are pointless and just plain mean.
Take this woman in my team at work, for example. Embarrassingly, I had a plaster cast on my leg for the work Christmas do last year. I wore a maxi dress and took just the one crutch to hobble about on. Work woman comes up to me and says: "You know, you're really carrying that off. You look like you've got MS."
Not sure how to react to that really.
And after my wedding (she was invited, along with other colleagues, for the evening do) I was so proud that people were commenting on how radiant I looked on the day. I'm under no illusion that my fabulous hair and make-up lady, plus the excitement of the day, were both key to generating those incredibly kind comments; the make-up lady was a proper miracle worker! But isn't it a bit unnecessary for work woman to say: "Yes, you looked lovely. And I said to Lee, I said 'What an AMAZING transformation!!'" Erm, back handed much?
So really, I shouldn't have been surprised when she was flouncing around the office going on about meeting a famous designer today for one client and going to Monaco in a few weeks for another, knowing full well that none of my clients are likely to present that opportunity.
Fair enough, it's all very exciting and in her place I would have been bouncing around too, but I really had to bite my lip when she said, in all seriousness: "And you know, how on earth do you mentally prepare yourself when you're going to Monaco and hanging out with famous designers one week, and then having to come back to doing plain old bird food the next. I mean, it just messes with your mind..."
Yes, of course it does love. Poor you. It must be awful having to spend a week in Monaco on expenses, and then have to come back to work with the rest of us plebs. Please feel free to fuck the fuck off and stay there.
Yours, with hugs, Bea x
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