A friend of mine hates her job because of the actual work itself. She’s been looking for another one for a little while and can’t wait to switch. A couple days ago she calls to vent that she was reprimanded at the office and how bad she feels about it. “They don’t value my work there.”

What? Who cares? Isn’t she the one who values the work the least? But there is just nothing like planning on dissing and getting dissed first. …

One time, like a million years ago, I broke up with this guy because he had started acting like a douche. Went from being awesome to vagina windex just like that. He was so upset, tears in his eyes and the whole deal. Relieved and flattered, I agreed to stay together. Very next day, I kid not, he broke up with me. Just wasn’t into it anymore. WTF?

Maybe it’s control. Thinking that by one’s negative opinion of the other person or situation they have control over it and to loose it is devastatingly surprising. You can’t hate me, I hate you first!

Maybe it’s just the blow to the ego in general. No one likes to be told they suck. I think if a stranger on the street who has never seen or spoken to me before looked at me and said, ‘You’re Dumb’, I’d be pretty sad.

Whatever it is, it’s poetically hilarious. My friend did eventually remember that she was going to end the job anyway, and could loosen her emotional clutches from their grip on the day’s reprimand.  Oh yyyeah, that’s right. F- ‘em. Idiots!

We had a nice tension-releasing laugh and little happy-making chemicals started greasing up the brain again.