I found out last night that someone (I don’t know if it’s male/female cause the boyfriend refuses to tell me who this unknown jackedupbrainlessfuckwit is) told the boyfriend about how I have been ‘overly friendly’ with my barista. The boyfriend didn’t care, but I got really upset that this person whom I apparently don’t even know is implying such nasty things about me.
OF COURSE I have something going on with my barista who has a pretty and intelligent girlfriend, gosh. If that affair can be carried out without touching since there’s never been an occasion when we’ve even shook hands, then yes, the three of us have been fucking furiously indeed. Let’s see, behind the coffee machine, on the counters, and every fucking table in the cafe. With the chairs. Lots of steam too. Fucking douche. Isn’t it stupid to go around shooting your mouth off without clarifying the facts? Are you so fricken bored that porn doesn’t do it anymore and you need to wreak havoc in my life? Do me a favour; go fuck yourself. That might just well prove to be entertaining.
The stupidest thing is that if he didn’t wear his uniform, there wouldn’t have been any sort of implication because then he’d just be a friend, right? Apparently, in that fucktard’s eyes, I can’t share a laugh with a barista, say anything besides ‘regular long macchiato with marshmallows, please’, or God forbid, actually be *gasp*…. friends. Holy fuckeroos. Oh, maybe I need to order a short macchiato instead cause you know, otherwise, I’d be flirting and implying something else. Shit. Some people can be so bloody jobless.
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My phone rang and it was the interviewer for that internship. I was so excited and eagerly retrieved the call. Except she called me ‘Janine’, and was offering JANINE the spot. I tried so hard not to cry and pretty much told her it’s fine. Jeez.
When I woke up from that stupid dream, I still felt horrified. What a fucking nightmare.
