Anyway, where was I?
Oh right, Halloween, called into work, dressed in a star trek costume, wandering round scary basement archive with Daniel as my only company. (Good times.)
True to form for most of our Halloween adventure, Daniel is rude and unpleasant, which caused me to grumblingly mention that I could be at sisters Halloween party right now being set up with a young man who is charming, handsome and successful (probably). Which unfortunately led him to ask about my boyfriend in relation to the blind date. (Yeah I should keep my mouth shut in general.) So then I had to confess that I am currently single (as he had correctly predicted a few days before) his smugness was actually painful to witness.
That exchange shut me up for a while. Then we got lost and since I was not the one with the archive map, I think I can safely assume it wasn’t my fault. This I said to him in no uncertain terms (or maybe under my breath.) Which I think might have pissed him off a little bit because he then decided to rip into me about my costume and then my attitude, my incompetence, clumsiness and I think he even made a dig about the way I dress. (Low blow.)
He also dropped in a few cruel and unnecessary remarks about my, as he put it, “Amusingly tragic crush on Michael.” (Yep he picked up on that, then again am not entirely subtle in my gazing.) Do I say anything in retaliation?
Nope, genius that I am decided to hold my tongue till I am trying to reach a motion detector, which happens to be behind two huge and inconveniently heavy filing cabinets. So there I am wedged between them and he’s just standing there, arms crossed (I couldn’t see him but they were crossed in my head) shouting instructions which were astoundingly useless and condescending.
Anyway that’s when I loose it. For some reason I started ranting about everything, absolutely everything he has done or said since he arrived, every unreasonable demand every demeaning comment. I’d just had enough over the last 2 weeks and decided I wasn’t going to sit and take it anymore. (Seriously I was on fire!!)
Unfortunately, in my venom spewing state I failed to notice one of the larger cabinets close by had been disturbed by my rummaging and had started to tip. So I look up and see this massive (I mean massive) shadow slowly looming overhead signalling that I am about to get crushed by a half tonne of metal.
Oh look at that, is that the time. I should really go take a painbegone pill and go to bed.
I’ll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow.
Night.
