10 April 2008

Letter 10

Dear Otter,

Thank you for making my day end shitty. I hope your goal tonight was to piss off a woman and upset her to the point where she's not sure if she should throw things, punch you in the face or just cry. Because, congratulations, you succeeded.

All I wanted to do was play a little Bunco with the girls. I just wanted to relax, have some fun, boost my score and enjoy the evening, but no...you and your f-ing, arrogant, drunk ass had to start harassing me. And then you didn't even have the balls to do it to my face but by going through Mary, God bless her.

My reasons for not attending next week's conference are none of your business. I probably shouldn't have stated bits of what they were there, because you had the audacity to go over to the other guys there and tell them that I didn't think their jobs were important - a blatant lie. Thank you for putting words in my mouth which you may not even recall tomorrow but most of them weren't as drunk as you, having worked all day while you and others had been drinking since noon. My only hope is that they take your words with a huge chunk of salt since you were drunk. I can only hope. But my hope is waning right now since even while I stood there packing the Bunco crap up, people were whispering and looking at me.

What pisses me off a lot is that people were making excuses for you. Apparently drunkenness is a green light for acting like an asshole, picking on people and making them feel like shit. Another thing that pisses me off is that now I'm contemplating going to the damn conference, spending money I just don't have, just to prove you wrong. And I hate that because I hate giving in to you because of that.

I shouldn't have to feel like I have to justify how I feel about my job. I support all of you and what you and your co-workers do. I stand up for you when people think you're slacking off. I write damn articles to prove to the world that you didn't just sit on the beach the entire time you were in Hawaii. I try my damnedest to sing your praises and the one time I don't go to a conference for whatever reasons and take a day and a half off from work to do so, I'm immediately considered as shit and not a team player. What the hell do you know about my job? There are times, and don't deny it, that you have down time. I rarely if EVER have down time where I can sit and play cards in the afternoon. If I decide to take a day off, I spend three catching up. Admin work doesn't end.

Whatever. I just have to say: You were a complete asshole tonight and I don't know if I can ever look at you the same way again. Despite the fact that a man I admire thinks that you "get it", you really, really disappointed me tonight.


Anonymous said...

I know some good running routes in Brookings. We should check them out some time. They might have a 5K or something that you could do instead, but it might feel lame when you see the marathoner's coming in. Eh, there are lots of marathon opportunities in life. You have to pass some by.

CindaRu and Dustin Too! said...

I don't know who this otter is, but I do know that you are too good to let that get you down. Mind your own business, do your work in the efficient way you do, and if all else fails, when you have an appropriate change, tell the rodent to go to hell.