I’m sorry for continuously complaining about Stacey, but she’s so terrible. I’ve honestly never met someone with such an awful personality. She’s the worst!
On Monday, we had a staff meeting and Luke and I were planning out what we needed to present at the meeting. Stacey was sitting in the room with us sucking on an iced coffee because she had nothing better to do (obviously she has nothing important to present). Luke and I were throwing ideas back and forth and Stacey would cut in and give her terrible suggestions.
“Instead of saying that, you should just start showing the samples,” she interrupted.
And I said, “No Stacey, we need to start with the story behind the collection because I think that’s important.”
She said, “I think that’s dumb.”
As if I cared what she thought. That went on all morning until the meeting. On Tuesday we got into an actual argument. It was so dumb. We were all standing in the break room eating cake (it was someone’s birthday) and talking about an incident that happened the previous day. There’s a guy in our office who claims to be straight, but he flirts hardcore with Luke all the time. The previous day I saw the same guy flirting with another gay in the office so I decided to tell Luke so we could discuss.
“They were not flirting,” Stacey said, rolling her eyes.
“You weren’t even there!” I shot back.
“Yes, I was. I saw the whole thing and they were definitely not flirting,” she said.
I couldn’t remember if Stacey actually was there when the incident happened, but I couldn’t stand her arguing with me.
“I wasn’t even talking to you. You are so annoying,” I said.
Stacey started laughing.
Luke said, “Wait, so were they flirting or not? Tell me exactly what happened!”
“I don’t even want to talk about it anymore,” I said.
“Why, because it never happened?” Stacey taunted.
“Why are you even here? Do you not have any work to do? I never see you doing work!” I said.
“I never see you doing any work either. No one does!” Stacey laughed.
“You guys, stop fighting!” Luke exclaimed.
Stacey walked out and continued laughing.
“I seriously hate her,” I said after she was gone.
Luckily though, after our little fight we avoided each other for the rest of the week. We would pass each other in the hallway and break room and not say a word to each other which I didn’t mind at all. Luke tried to get me to talk her once but I had such a bad reaction that he didn’t try it again.
Brady left for Massachusetts on Friday after work and I decided that I would spend the weekend cleaning and catching up on laundry. Kendra invited me over for dinner on Friday night. Preston came too, but he brought Joe and they finished an entire bottle of wine by themselves. So they were being really obnoxious. Preston has flaked on me and ditched me a ton the past few months to hang out with Joe so I haven’t seen much of him. Apparently Joe is really insecure and doesn’t like to let Preston out of his sight. I don’t like him.
Lexi came over on Saturday night and the plan was to drink wine and eat chocolate, but it was one of her coworkers’ birthday so we headed to the bar to help celebrate. The birthday girl was actually super rude and demanded a gift from both me and Lexi. Bitch, my presence is your gift. I’d never even met her. But still, I bought her a tequila shot because I’m a great person. I had a ton of fun, but I hadn’t heard from Brady much during the day so I was really sad about that. I called him on my Uber ride home and he didn’t pick up so naturally I sobbed myself to sleep. It was ridiculous how much I missed him.
He came home on Sunday morning before I’d even gotten up for the day.
“I got you something,” he told me.
That got me out of bed. It was a fucking FitBit. I didn’t ask for that. But we are supposed to be training for some race (lol) so I guess that was nice of him to help me get started. So now I’m looking for one of those cute bracelets to put it in because it’s not my style at all. Any suggestions?
Later on in the day, as he was getting undressed, Brady told me he got a new tattoo.
I’m like, “Oh, okay. Wait, what?” because he made no mention of a fucking tattoo at all.
He shrugged and held his arm out so I could see it. It was on the inside of his bicep – a super hipstery tattoo location.
“What the fuck is that?” I asked.
Brady explained that it was the symbol for pharmacy and called it some weird name. But it was a snake wrapped around a cup. It was hideous.
“Why did you get it?” I asked, trying not to sound super judgmental even though I was absolutely judging.
“Honestly, I had too much to drink. I shouldn’t have done it,” Brady said.
“Wait,” I smiled. “You got drunk and did something you shouldn’t have?”
He smiled back sheepishly.
“You can always get it covered up with a picture of me,” I suggested and Brady laughed.
I’ve been looking at Brady’s messages again. I felt bad about it and decided not to do it for a while, but while he was gone I just couldn’t help it. He’s been texting this girl named Hailey. She seems super flirty and told him to have a great trip home and kept asking him how things were going and sending him pictures of her drinks and food. Obviously I looked this broad up on Facebook and she graduated from high school in 2013 and she’s still in college! What the fuck is Brady doing talking to a college student? She can’t be older than 21. She’s cute – blonde hair/blue eyes and definitely fits the description of Brady’s mistress. Brady isn’t necessarily flirting with her back, but he’s being way nicer than I’d like him to be. How can I ask who she is without admitting that I’ve been reading his messages? He will be pissed plus I don’t want to lose access to read them! It’s addicting!
Do y’all remember that girl Maddi that Brady works with? She was nice enough, but she sent Brady some kissing emojis about a year ago and I haven’t heard much from her since. She followed me on Instagram yesterday. My page is wide open so I just think it’s weird that she followed me. I feel like she’s just being nosy, but also wants me to know she’s being nosy. Or maybe she’s genuinely interested in my life. I think everyone’s the enemy.
I don’t think I have anything else to say. Except that I got three or four inches cut off my hair and I love it. I feel like I look a million times better. Is that dramatic? A good haircut can change your life. I also spent an ungodly amount of money on makeup and beauty products last week and Sephora is probably as sick of me as I am sick of them. How was y’all’s weekend?