Thursday, August 05, 2010

Childish

On the way into work today, as I reached the doors, out came Backy McStab - a former supervisor so named because she agreed to be a referee for my dream job then proceeded to tell the panel I was pond scum.

We passed each other. No flicker of recognition. It's been that way since I moved into the building and her increpid* team moved outside my area's door.

As the doors parted to let me in, I stuck up my hand and gave her the backwards finger.

Childish, yes. Satisfying also.

*I made up a word. Take that Sarah Palin!

1 comment:

  1. Not satisfying enough. I'm still plugging for you to get a chance to get her back good one day, Mikey :P

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