Shock and then relief

I dont know if I should hate a lovable rascal or love a hatable[am not sure of the word's usage]prankster.

He sure had me at my emotion's end when he called up and said that I was in for a team change under that sa 'the-devil-came-to-live-with-us' the teamlead.

It was only today morning I thought that it was nice if I was with them to work as a team. To have it happen so much in a reverse proportion was too much for me to bear.

Then he sez he was joking and I could feel the tingle on my face. I went and whacked the whacko with my file and threw a temper tantrum and cursed him to go hungry the whole rest of the day!

I dont even want to think of it, even in my scariest nightmare...hmmmppphh!

In which Stephanie Mayor is what I want to be

Its been a while. The book baby is bursting in my mind. I want to be a blogger. I want to be a poet. I want to be a writer [I am already, but I want more!] I want to be a published author. I want a $750000 book deal. I want to quit my day job. I want to be a full time author and write biennial chart busting books, book after book and then some more.

I want all the world and the sky and then some more!

Worse than I thought!

B turned out to be a bigger bastard than I ever thought. A lot of bitterness had washed off, when finally he tracked me down after 10 years. Even tho, I knew he was here and had his email address and saw him on social n/w, I never attempted to get back to him. My pride didn't allow me to. IT seems like that was the right thing to do. My instinct is much stronger than I ever gave it credit for.

 

After the last two lunch meet ups, we met yesterday. Again. He took me to his office, which is basically an apartment.

 

I cant believe that I was so much of a fool to not see what was coming.

 

How dare he? How dare he?

 

Does he not realise that some things are sacred? IS there nothing that will make him feel bad? Where is his conscience?

 

He claims to love his wife dearly. His kids are his world. Yet he thinks nothing of asking his old friend to sleep with him.

 

I love my hubs too much to do something like that. I cannot cheat my own conscience.

 

Whats with this fucked up screwed world? How can people be so cheap?

 

Do I look that available? Does my demeanour scream take me, take me?!?!?!

 

He says, we are not kids. If there is mutual consent, then there is nothing wrong with going extra marital. HA! Who is trying to kid. Bastard with a BIG B!

 

He even had the nerve to tell me, that I haven't grown up. That I am still a child. That I am kiddish.

 

Yea, if having a conscience means being kiddish, then so be it. I want NO PART of the grown up world!

 

Screw him, bastard!