So one of my co-workers doesn't like me. This may be for a variety of reasons.
I think mainly because I'm skinny. Yeah.
According to my father, me and my sister have both inherited his mother's childbearing hips. One day, in an effort to explain why I don't rock capris at the workplace, I blamed my genetic heritage. To this, my coworker said no way, she was the one with childbearing hips.
And then I agreed. "Well yeah."
(I mean, she just had a baby, so obviously she has childbearing hips now. Really, that's how I meant it.)
Brief backpedaling went nowhere, and she flounced out of my office. Well, it might have been more of a sedate walk but there was attitude.
The next morning, I was calmly enjoying my 10:30 mocha (light) frappuccino, and tapping away. Tap, tap, tap. She entered.
"Hmnn, I see why you don't eat now."
(whoohah?)
"You get all your calories from your coffee drink. Like, that's an entire meal right there. Seriously."
(mmmmn, frappuccino I love you.)
"Do you have any idea how filling that is? Seriously."
10:35. Morning coffee break ruined. Seriously.
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Sunday, August 12, 2007
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