But I do know that I am the luckiest because even though I whine and complain and I’m probably the worst 90% of the time, Brad still wants to share his life with me and I couldn’t ask for anything more than that. I’m really just the happiest.

I have no problem calling people out on their rude/inappropriate comments, which is good because it’s something that I find myself doing a lot there. I guess because it’s such a laid back office, people tend to forget that there are some things you don’t say when you’re at work (or ever because it’s just rude). I’m always the one pointing out how the racist/sexist jokes that people make are FAR from funny, which apparently makes me the “sensitive” one… But I guess that’s true because after it was said and done, instead of walking into my bosses office and telling him what happened, I felt bad. I didn’t want to start any problems or have someone else defend me. So I left it. I called him out on it, he apologized. whatever.

I’m not sure what the point of this post is, other than to just say Fuck. That. Guy. When someone disrespects you, and then apologizes because it was a “joke” you don’t have to accept it and you shouldn’t accept it. I might not have been the one to say something to my boss about it (another lady in the office did), but I should have because I had nothing to feel bad about. A grown fucking man should know how to act and know how to treat a woman with respect, and if they don’t then they should be the ones who feel bad about it.

That relationship didn’t last long

Happy fucking Monday.

I hate this place.