You won't believe this.
As you might imagine, morale in a workplace run by a man who is willing to make the receptionist cry over a go-cart race is pretty low. Nobody who works here feels good about it. So one of the attorneys, a sweet young woman who is only a couple of years older than I am, decided to host a party for everyone who works here except for the partners (i.e., the five most important guys---and yes, they are all guys), so that no one would have to worry about any "career-inhibiting behavior."
Three days before the party, she sent around an email saying that due to "unforseen circumstances," the party was called off.
That's right, folks--Big Asshole Boss made her call it off. It's our very own fascist regime right in the heart of downtown Kirkland!
But this is where it gets interesting. Because my badass friend Lee is hosting a party anyway! The revolution has begun! Lee has gotten emails from the attorneys that say things like: "I am still pissed, but at least I know some one else is willing to fight" and "Great move; good f_cking for you for doing this." (Our workplace email server doesn't allow cursing.)
R@bi called me and asked me out again (on a hot date? not sure) for Saturday, so I think I'm going to bring him along. The stoner and the attorneys--good times!
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