February 5, 2013
Sometimes I just want to beat the shit out of her. I swear I do.
Today we went out to eat at this little Chinese restaurant. I don’t even remember what it’s called. That’s how unforgettable it was. The food was average and the service was mediocre.
But that’s not the point.
While we were there she brought in her W-4’s to show me the changes she’d made. I don’t know why she had to show me. Especially while we were at lunch.
I paid for our meal and then drove us each back to work.
Less than two hours later I got a text from her saying I needed to ‘call her ASAP.’
And guess what she had to say?
She left those fucking W-4’s at the restaurant. Her social security number was on it and everything. So what did I have to do?
Hustle my ass back to the crappy restaurant with the average food and the mediocre service to ask them if they’d seen the papers. Of course they had. But since she left them on the table, they’d been thrown out.
So what does she do?
Insists that I get them.
And that’s when I was so kindly directed to the dumpster…..to hand pick through the garbage to find those fucking W-4’s that she had brought in to show me the changes she’d made.
I called her and screamed once I had them back in my hands. They smelled like a rotten asshole and had smears of food and God-knows-what on every inch of it.
I hung up on her and went back to work.
Maybe I should see someone about my anger. It’s been getting out of hand lately. I’ll write more tomorrow.