Day 19: Still No Chocolate
Nov. 8th, 2005 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vamysteryfanapologies to c. claire
Individual: I wrote you last time about the owners of my company taking the guys to a baseball game, and they gave my two female co-workers tickets to a Broadway show, and they gave me nothing. You said that I should let it go, even though I said that there was the possibility that I was supposed to get a ticket.
Well, I tried to let it go, but it didn't work, because the owners started acting cold towards me, and I didn't know why. They started making pointed remarks about how people should say thank you when someone does something nice for me. Finally, I got tired of them being nasty to me, and I insisted that they tell me what was wrong. It took a while, because they kept telling me that I knew what was wrong.
Finally, they said that I was really ungrateful because I never thanked them for the ticket to the show. I said that I hadn't gotten one, but they insisted that I did. I had to drag over the other two women in my office to back me up that when they went to see the play, I wasn't there. Eventually, the owner who was supposed to have given me my ticket admitted that he had given it to someone else.
So guess what he got me -- no, not a ticket to a Broadway show. He got me a spoon-rest! So, when I make spaghetti sauce and stir it, instead of putting the dirty spoon on a napkin on the counter, I can put it on the spoon-rest! Isn't that nice? I was specifically told that the spoon-rest was given to me in place of a ticket to a show.
Mary Ellen Slayter: Wow. What wretched-sounding people. I'd start looking for a new job.
Individual: I wrote you last time about the owners of my company taking the guys to a baseball game, and they gave my two female co-workers tickets to a Broadway show, and they gave me nothing. You said that I should let it go, even though I said that there was the possibility that I was supposed to get a ticket.
Well, I tried to let it go, but it didn't work, because the owners started acting cold towards me, and I didn't know why. They started making pointed remarks about how people should say thank you when someone does something nice for me. Finally, I got tired of them being nasty to me, and I insisted that they tell me what was wrong. It took a while, because they kept telling me that I knew what was wrong.
Finally, they said that I was really ungrateful because I never thanked them for the ticket to the show. I said that I hadn't gotten one, but they insisted that I did. I had to drag over the other two women in my office to back me up that when they went to see the play, I wasn't there. Eventually, the owner who was supposed to have given me my ticket admitted that he had given it to someone else.
So guess what he got me -- no, not a ticket to a Broadway show. He got me a spoon-rest! So, when I make spaghetti sauce and stir it, instead of putting the dirty spoon on a napkin on the counter, I can put it on the spoon-rest! Isn't that nice? I was specifically told that the spoon-rest was given to me in place of a ticket to a show.
Mary Ellen Slayter: Wow. What wretched-sounding people. I'd start looking for a new job.
