Wednesday, November 16, 2005


I was in the breakroom, fixing my lunch, when I was violently whipped back to high school. Two co-workers sat there at a table, and the conversations went something like this (I am not directly quoting here, just a general idea)...

"So, Mary sits next to my boyfriend and tells me I can't sit next to him because she needs to get to know him. And I'm like, no, you don't, he's my boyfriend, he's not here to get to know you."

"Yeah, I heard Sue wants to break up with Jim and Dave is now dating Joan."

"But why does Sue want to break up?"

Me again, now, wasn't that painful? Honestly, I'm glad I'm past all that. If I revert, someone smack me into tomorrow PLEASE.

Okay, I feel better, all happy and grown up and out of high school again.

1 comment:

Christine said...

Don't you hate that! I'm still surprized at how much of that high school game playing goes on in the grown-up world. You'd think people would get over it.