6:43 P.M.
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Scott came into my office this after noon.
He peaked his head around my cubicle.
�Kelly watcha doin?�
I looked up and replied, �Working on the agent of the month article.�
He mumbled something under his breath as he walked away. Then he peaked his head back into the room, �Kelly what�s with the red hair? Why are you always changing your hair color? You know who you remind me of�.�
He sort of let the comment hang in the air for a few minutes to allure my complete attention.
�You look like the band chick from American Wedding.�
I thought to myself, �Wow, I must look like a dork now.� I smiled and tried to play it off as if it didn�t bother me.
He paused for another moment and then said,
�Yes you do. You look like that band chick!�
As he walked away I muttered, �And one time in band camp!�
He laughed as he walked back to his office.
I�d rather him call me the band chick than make me feel like shit by addressing me in an angry mood.
Since Christmas break he�s seemed a bit more laid back and less edgy. I like that.
I can�t honestly say that I enjoy hearing, �What!?!?!� I hate having my head bit off when I walk into his office to get his signature for SOMEONE ELSE.
I feel like stating the obvious to him, �Look Scott, this isn�t even for me! Get a grip and stop being so irritable! Take some Midol and move on already!�
When he�s in a bad mood he never fails to make ME feel like shit.
I know, I know, I�m the only one who can really LET him ruin my day, but he does. When he�s pissy, I�m pissy!
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