Oh, yeah, that thing with the Hot Retoucher?
Ain't happening. A non-starter. Stumbled out of the gate. Any other cliches y'all want to throw in here? The mad, mad makeout session, followed by HR's email to me that he wanted to come into the city and hang out with me some Saturday night, followed by, well, nothing, just leads me to feel like I been playyyyyed.
Like I was some sort of pre-divorce ego stroke or something. Which really just sucks, and yes, it has been definitively proven that I am a moron who does not learn. People say nice things to me and I believe them.
But, if there's one thing Janey knows, it's when to cut her losses. She may not have Fuck You Money to walk out on her job, but she has enough Backdafuckup Spirit to not let one more person mess with her head and heart. I'm so tired of walking around holding my entrails in like someone out of Saving Private Ryan.
HR said this: He isn't ready.
Janey's response: Well, I am.
Thanks for playing.
Peace ------ out.
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