This week was rather uneventful. On Tuesday I attended my second interview. What can I say? It seems getting a job with this company is rather probable. The position is of Executive Assistant to the Regional Vice President� sounds like a glorified secretarial position but it isn�t. It involves a lot of research and about 40K plus benefits. Of course seeing �HOT BOY� again enhanced my whole experience but I interviewed with his bosses so I didn�t really get a chance to talk to him. Maybe when I start working there�
Wednesday passed without much ado and I thought it was going to be the same on Thursday till I saw �The Bastard� passing by my job with his bimbo of a girlfriend. Remember her? You know, �the one that makes my life worth living� or whatever he said.
So it was like 3pm, rather slow, I was just cleaning up the counter when I spotted those fools passing by. So obviously I hid because you know I wasn�t trying to exchange pleasantries with the Devil and his Mistress but for some reason they were looking through the glass. I saw them pass by, let out a sigh of relief and guess what? They WALKED BACK! They looked again but it was too late because they spotted me! Dang! The bitch pointed at me and they both proceeded to enter the caf�.
I know I�m strong but I wasn�t trying to smile at that girl knowing that just a few weeks ago her man and I were engaged in bedroom gymnastics but because my legs refused to co-operate and stayed glued to the floor, I had no choice but to do just that.
�Hello Femi, howz it going?� Bastard said. Slut was just smiling like she�d just won the lottery �annoying bitch. �You remember Christine?� he said, pointing at her.
�Actually I don�t. You have so many girlfriends, it�s hard to keep track.� I smiled sweetly then I looked at her. �But I take it we�ve met. Hello Christine.� I stretched out my hand. She took it, and boy did I regret it because her hand was wet and slimy but what else would I expect from Satan�s mistress?
I looked at them both, �Could I get something for you?�
Bastard shook his head. �No, thank you. We were passing by when we saw you. We just wanted to say hello.� Why is this fool such a liar? Does he think I�m blind? I freaking saw him looking for me.
I smiled and looked touched. Of course it was fake and exaggerated. Seeing them a decade later would be 10 years too soon. �Aww, that was very sweet of you.� Slut smiled too.
Pregnant silence. We must have stared at one another for another minute before Bastard spoke up.
�Oh, yeah we�ve got good news and wanted to share it with you.� Finally he got to the reason he wanted to speak to me. I hope he knocked up her dumb ass.
Again, fake look of interest. �Oh, pray tell what might that be?� Sometimes I wonder about myself. Why do I sound like I�m in a British period piece at times like these?
He pulled Slut closer to himself. �Christine just got offered a job.� Oh Whoopdy doo. He continued, �She�s been accepted into the TV writing training program at NBC. It pays $60,000 the first year and after that you get a position as one of the writers on one of the hit shows! It�s in Los Angeles��
Truth be told not only don�t I remember the rest of the crap he spewed, I doubt I even heard it - I was so pissed off! That bastard is evil. The fool made it a point to come to my job and belittle me like that. �Hey, look at you working at Starbucks. My girlfriend has a big time job blah blah blah.� Who gives a shit? I hope he follows her to Hollywood and gets raped by all those gay actors plus so I wouldn�t have to see his annoying behind anymore. What can I say? Evil gets rewarded with evil. I know he�s gonna get his.
So there I was already pissed by �The Bastard� when guess who walks in - �guy from the club.� You know who I�m talking about � the one with the leather jacket. You know, the one I thought was asking me to dance. How embarrassing is that? There I was feeling cute the previous week and now he gets to see me for what I am.
Anyway, the guy ordered his cappuccino before he realized he knew me.
�And, that�s all I want from you. I�m not asking you for your number or anything. Just trying to get some coffee� He said jokingly as he held his hands up in mock surrender. Or at least I hope it was a joke. He was smiling anyway and I must admit that he�s got nice dimples.
�Excuse me?�
�Don�t you remember me?� I shook my head. Like I was gonna admit I remembered. �We met at Choices. You were leaning on my jacket.� I didn�t bother responding. �Hi my name is K�.� For the life of me I can�t remember what he said his name was, I was trying to act nonchalant even though I was very embarrassed.
I guess he was waiting for a response because he said, �You seem very quiet. A lot more quiet than last Friday.� What is wrong with this fool? Why can�t he just move on?
I was getting really irritated. Buster like BUH-BYE! �Would that be all? Anything else you�d like?� I said in my monotonic voice.
He chuckled. �I can see from your badge that your name is Femi. It�s pretty. What does it mean?� No response. He sighed. �Alright I can take a hint. Bye.�
�Bye. Come back again� Whatever men. Just leave.
The rest of the week was rather boring. My brother�s coming to town on Sunday- that should be interesting.
