Perfect ending. And I can totally relate to the absurd worried panic about being busted for taking a late lunch. This brings me right back to those days when I worked so many semi-depressing straight jobs where you'd have to navigate through a sea of knuckleheads like "Mr. Nice Guy."
so insidious a character! there is something so much worse about working for someone like that, than the person who is openly a bastard. it's a bizarre kind of comfort.
It was indeed the creepiest convo I've ever had, especially in the workplace. Sad part is it's 100% verbatim, the "nice guy" really did talk like that.
05:42pm / Nov 15, 2009