The Pink Shoe Diaries

drama!


i would like to tell you a little story about two people that i work with, however, a wise man once warned me against blaspheming fellow employees/employers in s public forum such as this blog. accordingly, names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.


there is a young lady that i work with named ce-ce who just joined us about two months ago. she and i get along really well. she came to my company via a semi-serious relationship with our vp of relocations, antoine. she is beautiful in that tall, thin, blonde way and she follows antoine around like a puppy dog. antoine is cute in a rumpled way, and has an affection for lizard boots and suit jackets-over-tshirts. he is getting fat.


anyway


there is nothing that makes me more disgusted with the female gender than a lovely girl chasing after a not-so-lovely asshole. antoine refers to women as "treats" as in "Nina came to my party last night and brought me a blonde treat!". he constantly has women in his office. and not nice women (as someone in my office remarked: "did you see that girl in antoine's office? she is so weymouth!") i know you know what i mean. and his office has a glass door so discretion is not a word he is properly acquainted with.
despite all this, ce-ce surpises him with pad thai and tempurpedic pillows on a weekly basis, claiming "i just like to see him smile"


ick.


so, i witness this sad little drama every day at work. and as a friend of ce-ce's i bite my tongue and try to pass off my disgust with antoine as my usual disdain for authorotative figures.


but yesterday was perhaps the most blatant kick-in-the-junk to pass thus far


ce-ce and i were returning from one of our many coffee breaks. we approached the office and noticed some movement in the alley (public alley 47 i believe). there, against the brick wall, was antoine and some plebian chick making out like it wasn't broad daylight in the middle of a city public through-way. they broke apart immediately and just started walking in opposite directions: antoine away from us and Miss Fake Tan towards us. i wanted to tell her to button her shirt but i have a feeling it was supposed to look like that


so the remainder of the day was spent bemoaning men, and commiserating over caramel cheesecake. after work we met craig and cary at sonsie to hatch a plan of action over martinis. it involves a minimal amount of sabotage and 1 or 2 federal crimes, but when we are done antoine will be a shell of a man. or at least a teeny bit less smug.