Stall Talk

There is girl in my building at work, on my floor who spends considerable amounts of time on her cell phone in the hall... and in bathroom stalls.

The Stall-ker (get it?) seems like a nice enough girl. She always smiles at you when she passes you in the hall, on the elevator, or on your way in or out of the building. She waves when she drives past you in the parking garage, and on occasion, when you run into each other on a minor walk around the building during break. Nothing wrong with any of that.

Why then am I dedicating this long overdue post to her, you wonder? Well, because The Stall-ker takes her very long, very loud conversations, to the bathroom with her... on speaker!

*insert face-palm here.

But wait... there's more! The Stall-ker always uses the middle stall in a tiny bathroom with only 3 stalls. Seriously? Why? Just why??? Who does that? Where is your stall etiquette?






For you boys out there, I found an image that will help you understand my outrage a bit more.



Today, however, I had the ultimate shock of my life. I find out that The Stall-ker is a lawyer.
A freaking lawyer!
A Law-freaking-yer!!!!


That's all.

Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead.

This post is completely late and long overdue but it was time to write it.

She is gone.

It's been 3 months and it still feels surreal but she's gone.
Really, and truly gone.

I wanted to be happy about it but I mostly felt sorry for her. Even though she was the most condescending and horrible to me, I felt bad. I always hurt for people more than I should. They go out of their way sometimes to hurt me, but I, like a moth to a flame, return for more. Every time.

So, I felt sorry for her. I know she brought it on herself, and deserved the slap of karma to the face, but I still feel sorry for her. I am not sure if I would have survived there for more than another week with the constant hating and demeaning comments, so it happened at the right time. Still, I feel sorry for her.

I sort of dreaded writing this. I thought it would be mean, or inappropriate. I don't know why, but I did. I still feel like I should be reserved in what I say even though they are my feelings and I can't help feeling them. I was really angry at her and wished for her to be fired SO many times. Maybe I feel guilty that it finally happened?? I don't know. I am weird, end of story.

She called me the day it happened, that night and only cried on the phone. I don't know what she expected or wanted from me, but I heard myself say I was sorry and asking if she was okay. She sent me a text the next day offering me a freelance job at her house but I never responded. Haven't heard from her since but I saw her on my drive home once. Weird.

Things are progressing now, changing. The atmosphere is better with minor kinks we still have to work out but better. I am swamped with work but enjoying the freedom to work how I want to work. No hand holding, no breathing down my neck, looking over my shoulder or dictating the pace of my breathing. I'm not saying, I'm just saying... That was exhausting.

Anyway, I am hoping not to fall flat on my face and disappoint everyone who expects me to kick ass at everything now that I have the freedom to do so.

We'll see!