Now I’m not saying I’m the sharpest knife in the drawer, but some people are so screwed up I wonder how they draw breath.
I got a call the other day from a guy who called to tell me that my assistant has a serious drug problem, that she was a slut, that when she called in sick she wasn’t really sick but off doing drugs and banging guys, and that he thought I should get her some help. Total bullshit, as far as I can tell from her performance and demeanor, which is unfailingly professional. After considering whether to tell her about the call or not, I decided to, since I figured she had a right to know somebody was calling her workplace and trying to hurt her professionally. She rushed out and didn’t come back for a couple of hours, and then was visibly upset – well who wouldn’t be? Turns out it was her boyfriend. They’d been having problems for a while, and he’d up and moved out (left the city, in fact) and his last act was to call her workplace and tell her boss that she’s a druggie and a slut. I’m comforting her as best I can – that asshole! Don’t worry, I didn’t take it seriously – until it dawns on me that she’s upset because he’s left her. What is she going to do without her man? How could he walk out on her when she loves him so much?
WTF??? This is a guy who is such a disrespectful, vindicitive dick that he calls your work and attempts to get you in serious trouble. And you want him back? You want to know what you did to deserve to be left? Shit, girl, ask what you did to deserve to be treated so badly! Are you so afraid of being without a man that you’ll take just any old asshole, and nevermind how he treats you? How can I comfort you when what I really want to do is tell you to grow a spine? Ladies, I’m proud to be one of you, but sometimes I just don’t get us.