I really hate whiny insecure people

Get home, it's been a real sh!t-@ss week where I broke down in front of my OM and started bawling b/c I was so stressed out, and what do I get to find in my email? A little note from my "friend" J who's been working 80 hrs weeks saying that
"Its finally
> starting to sink in
> that now [he's] just a causal friend/assocciate"
And why pray tell, would he think that? I'm working 50 hrs weeks and completely different schedules that it's nigh-impossible to coordinate, but I still call him to see if he's avail to go to do our usual comic shopping trip. But lo 'n' behold he's too busy, so I cannot live w/o my fix, instead go by myself. And spend $100s of dollars (yes, those are the major purchases on my credit card). And last week he actually had time to go, but since I already went to our usual hangout on Wednesday, I insisted that we go to another store so that I could find anything I might be missing. And I found a KOF wallscroll. Too bad it had a rip in it (typical from that store) but still cute. And it was his mom's b-day that day too, and I've been invited to family celebrations for oh... last 3-4 years? But did he invite me? Hell no. Instead of having turkey dinner, I had to settle for store-bought sushi. Which was okay (I don't think they make much nigiri anymore b/c it's more perishable), but his parents' cooking is lovely. Do I say to him, WTF? Nope, and then what do I find in my email a few days later? That f^cking email. Well f-u!

All day I have to babysit a bunch of people who either have zero self-esteem or are trying to pull a fast one on me. I was told by my OM to be more friendly w/ my staff and say hi to them more often. This to a person who routinely walks past her friends, and is constantly teased that I'm ignoring them. To me, the 3 minutes I have to spend on each of them (3*15) is time that I could spend on doing paperwork that their laziness, ineptitude and/or cheating causes. So guess what? I don't feel like coming home, and getting this bloody note from another whiner. Who has self-esteem issues. I do enough false platitudes and positive reinforcement at work, I don't need to do it at home. If he thinks I'm that shallow, well he can live in his little world of self-wallowing despair. I don't need that sh!t. Just really p!sses me off.

*pant pant*

I'm not sure if I'm finished my rant. But yeah I'm pissed. *breathe* Okay, I looked to see if there were further emails from him, and there were. I'd left him a VM inviting him to the wrestlemania shindig that I'm throwing at my apt. And he's accepted. Which means he can meet my work friends, one of whom is actively chasing me, has given me backrubs, taken me to movies, gotten me drunk but remained gentlemanly, who I shuffled to after my bawling at work, who gave me a small floral arrangment (live orchids...well as live as they can be when they're stuck in florist sponge) b/c I was so stressed. And the other who gave me a teddy bear for my b-day. (I'd asked for cute and fuzzy and I was referring to YuGiOh cards) ROFL. This is going to be so f^cking hilarious. Too bad D will be at work and can't watch the fireworks. D loves that kind of stuff. Maybe he should call sick.

Well I guess we can go back to analyzing that first email. Let's see, when we figured out that we would hang out on Sunday, that was b/c he'd called me on my cell, and at that time I was eating KFC w/ 3 other guys (D, TT, W) just before we were going karaoke. So of course he can hear the guys, and he goes "what are you doing?" Reflex response to him is to deny everything. B/c he has 0 self-esteem. But it was sorta "uh not much, just going out w/ some friends." And when we met up the next day, he didn't even ask about my night b/c he "guess [he] felt little akward." Which btw was pretty darn fun once I loosened up and my voice loosened up so I could get close to my normal range. Otherwise I sing sharp and high. (wait, did I write about this before? Oh sh!t, I did. *re-reading* Oooo, I guess I am pretty shallow. Wow, nothing like being high-n-mighty and eating crow in the same post) Where did eating crow come from anyways?!

You know what, I'm just going to delete that reply to his email. Bad idea. Yup. I'll just reply to his other email where he accepted the invitation and was much more pleasant.