Hot Dips (littlewashu) wrote,
Hot Dips

Separate checks, it must be. Charge the split to her, the water to me.

All right, now I'm getting a little perturbed.

Remember Ruth, the girl at work? Well, she's throwing a birthday party for that guy Dave tonight, and "asked" me to come. I say "asked" because she is the queen of the "you'd better come or I'll kill you!" ha ha just kidding only not really schtick. Which -- yeah. I mean, she's all right. We talk at work. I use a TOTALLY different personality from the one I use with my friends, but that's okay, because if I didn't, no one would talk to me at work. Because I wouldn't talk to them. ANYWAY, so she's having this party tonight, fine, I said I'd go. I plan on strolling in at around seven, having a drink or two, and strolling right back out so that I can go hang out with my real friends.

Now, it's not like we're best buddies. We talk at work. Every once in a blue moon we'll get lunch. Sometimes on Friday's I'll go the bar they go to, and we have a good time for an hour or so, before I leave to hang out with my real friends. When she got divorced, I went out with her to celebrate. But that's about it. We don't call each other, we've never hung out outside of work besides those isolated times.

NOW she is e/popping me asking her to "help" pick stuff up for the party. WTF? Why did you not do this earllier? Why do you need help to do this? Why can't you ask one of your actual real-life friends? Why is it my resposibility to SHOP for you? Bringing a bottle of something is a LOT different from helping to pick stuff up for you. This is not my party! She says "do you want to food shop or liquor shop?" WTF? I picked liquor because the store is smaller, and who knows how many things she'll have me running around to get at the grocery store. Now she says "we need Coors Light, a bottle of Arbour Mist, and I will find out what else." First of all, blech. Second of all, grr. She hasn't mentioned money yet. She'd sure as fuck better not be expecting me to pay for this. I don't think she would, but she hasn't mentioned it yet! Worst thing is, I'm such a pussy, *I* might not mention it! No, I will, I will. Because I know you'll all yell at me otherwise.

See, here we go again with the issue of me being selfish. But thing is, if it were one of YOU? Then I'd help! I'd love to help! But Ruth and I are WORK FRIENDS. Man. Eff this polite shit. I feel like I'm putting myself out to even attend this shindig, let alone to stock it. I should start acting like a bitch so that no one wants to hang out with me. I mean I never plan on asking THESE people for anything, so I wouldn't be losing out. But of course I won't do that.

Tags: boundaries, complaining, work

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