Ah yes...the joy of seeing the rich and snobby shrink in shame. If only I had really seen it. IF ONLY!!
My old supervisor (if you can call him that) is a trust fund baby who has to continue to work for certain reasons. Use your imagination.
To protect myself, we'll call him...Mr. Brat.
Mr. Brat drives a ridiculously expensive luxury vehicle (estimated cost: $80,000) that he bought with his trust fund. He parks it in a gargage in the South End. Get the picture?
Anyway...we had quite a storm yesterday and Mr. Brat got stuck at the intersection leaving work. I wish I had witnessed it because it sounds like it was a a LAUGH RIOT. Three strangers PLUS my work husband had to push him through the intersection. THEN Mr. Brat spun off the Pike and had to get towed. THEN he "worked from home" today.
Ok...I need to catch my breath.
In other news, that big fucking jerk who ditched me after the 3rd date actually tried to get in touch with me today. As IF.
Stay tuned for summaries of Dates 1 and 2.