Friendship Isn't Supposed To Be A Shitty Full-Time Job
Have you ever had that one friendship where you just feel like you are putting in an awful lot of time and effort into the whole deal?
You know that friendship were you spend more than half your time apologizing for making a joke that they took far to personally?
You know the friend that is just "dying" to go out or is always so "bored" and "down for anything" and the very second you invite them out
they suddenly have something better to do, or they're tired, sick, lalala?
I often come across this type of friend. I believe this happens to me because I have such a wide range of friends.
For every ten new friends I find one of these friends. They are borderline frienenemey and total flake. My newest said friend,
former enemy Guy, you know my evil boss from when I worked the front lanes. Yeah, when I came back to work after my month
long leave of absence, I thought I would start a new and wipe the slate clean for everyone. Apparently, he had the same idea,
because somehow we became friends. Quite honestly, I think it originally happened because he was/is highly interested in
my newly acquired boobies (but what male isn't). It would be cooler if it was because I can forgive and forget rather quickly, or that
I challenge him to do better with his life, that I am a good confident, nah... it's because I am a good to have on a closing team and I
have boobs. I am so willing to bet money on this. I'll do $600 flat right now!
I was surprised as all hell when he showed up at the Freeze and Burn. He always Chris, Beth and I the impression that we weren't cool
enough to hang out with. I mean even tonight at work, Beth and I went to the Yard House, he went to Fridays with the losers, The Rat, Borat and Gang. Sadly I bet they would have invited Beth if I hadn't been there, I felt kind of bad about that. I know Beth wants to become more involved with others. However, because I make such waves with The Rat and so on, I will never get an invite to that group. Which goes to show, what the hell kind of friend is that.
The whole reason for this blog? Honestly I need to write something and vent about a pet peeve of mine. Ok so, tonight was kind of funny at work because Guy was working on some sort of project but every time some one asked where he was, over the walkie, he's reply was either the main office (TMSC), his office or the backroom. Pretty much anywhere and everywhere off stage. It was funny to all of us. so we made a game out of it and bet where he'd answer next. I picked the backroom and Scott said TMSC. Well, when Guy answered TMSC, Scott threw both his fists in the air celebrating his correct guess. I said over the walkie, "We had bet's on that... Scott won" and someone answered over the walkie laughing "Good one!" It was funny. Apparently, Guy didn't find the humor in it and talked sternly and down to me and attempted to allude to the idea that I wouldn't complete my job on time. He hasn't spoken to me like that sense I worked the front lanes. I handheld his over reaction calmly and was more pissed that he thought I wouldn't complete my job, I thought, "Not only can this ass hole Handel a joke, but he never has any faith in my work." So there is pet peeve number one, please don't question my work. If I don't have a handle on it I will let you know. I did deserve to be spoken to about the walkie joke, it was a wee bit out of line, I will be first to admit that, but I didn't mean to imply that he wasn't working. There was no need to attack my work.
So from there I opted to avoid him for the rest of the night. I mean for a guy who wants to be friends and made a big deal about me not avoiding him and all this crazy high school bullshit, he sure does work hard to be bloody strange around me. I liked him a whole lot better before the whole, hmm I am going to have to work on a name for that incident. I mean it was more fun. We would talk more about random shit more often and he would help me with the mid-day zones and BS. Yeah, then he had to get all fucking weird on me, it's all bloody queer. So at the end of the night he walked soft lines and sure as shit, he made me re-do the whole shoe department. He wanted me to have al the Converse shoe boxes closed. It's not possible because of how most of the shoes fit and if one is a display shoe, there is no way. Then he was going on about the few "peak-a-boo" shoes, which is where the shoes aren't flat in the box. He never nit-picks over these things, I knew damn well he was doing it only because of the comment I made over the walkie. So, I called him out on it. Instead of saying, "I sure am, this is what you get." or at least a bloody honest answer he lied. I knew he was lying too, he's really bad at it. First he get's this deer in headlight look and then his face get's all sad and depressed, like he's going to get a whipping because he's been caught. It's a very odd and unique reaction. It enraged me because I can't stand being lied to. It's one thing to punish me or get me back, but to lie about it!!! Fuck you!!! I bloody hate liars!!!! If I ask the right questions, I expect a truthful answer. That is the type of friend I keep around. Honest ones and ones who don't flake out and ones who aren't embarrassed to be my bloody friend.
So with this all in mind, I am going to be honest and tell him that we are boss and piss on. No hanging out, no texts, nada. He's to busy trying to be "Joe Cool" and I have no room for that kind of friend. I am so bad about giving people second chances. I will put 20:1 odds on like two months from now me deciding that I was being judgmental and we'll be friends and then a bit later back to this moment. Remember, Tasha, Roy (evil mother fucking bastards who get's his rocks off leaving people in London, UK), Evil Ken, Kristen, Crissy and the list can go on! I am retarded.
In Other News...
I haven't written anything for The Sexton in over a week. I just haven't really had any quiet time to add to each chapter.
I always have someone leaning over me, or it's far too chilly outside or I forgot my notebook.
Shame, I don't want to forget anything, no matter how small the detail.
The Arizona Cardinals, rocked the house last Saturday!!! It was very exciting. I nearly cried when the Colts blew their game.
The Chicago Cubs GM's and owner's have lost their bloody, over stuffed minds!!! I honestly believe they are trying to be losers now!!!
RJ?
No improvement.
Finally, while looking for my story photograph I came across an amazing fortune!!!
I think it describes me to a "T"
It's under the lj cut!!!
( QUICK!!! Follow the White Rabbit.... )