Sunday, January 20, 2013
For the first time this year, and in a very very long time, I cried. Not out of fear or sadness but of anger.
I knew there was a reason I didn't like you. You and the way that you do things and treat people. Well, low and behold, being nice has come back and bit me in the ass. For the best part of an hour, I was cursing you non-stop. Cursing you for taking something that I was looking forward to, and changing it into something that YOU wanna do. Inviting your friends and family along to something that was meant for me and her, and something that you clearly said you weren't interested in. Thank you.
You really must not know much about manners. When normal, polite people do this, they ask first. They ASK the person who planned the event if they had any objections with asking others along. Others the original person is not comfortable with and doesn't know. Other who don't even acknowledge the presence of the original person even though it is a familiar face for the past 2 1/2 years. Thank you so much. Thank you for nothing.
I really wonder what its gonna be like getting stuck with you on a project. I hope you don't do your part so I can safely mark you down on peer evaluation.
