As referenced in this thread, I work with a Texas Twat. Let me here state that not everyone from Texas is a twat - this woman just happens to be a twat from Texas.
Today as I was trying to finish up to leave work, the printer was tied up pumping out (badly worded) letters to various businesses around town, requesting them to send business cards to Craig Sheppard. These are being printed on company letterhead. By none other than Texas Twat.
I didn’t say much. I had nothing that couldn’t wait until the morning.
Something irked me, though.
I realized what it was not two minutes before leaving tonight. It’s an urban legend. Glurge at its finest. Kid is sick and dying, kid wants to set Guinness world record by collecting business cards.
I told Donna, our co-worker, that I thought it was an urban legend. She shrugged and said “No, we got a fax from [other branch of the company]'s office.” Texas Twat picked it up and ran with it. I don’t believe she obtained permission to do this, in the company name.
So, this evening I decided to make sure, and went on over to Snopes, and found this. God, I love Snopes. I was right. There was a boy who wanted to set a record. He’s long since recovered from his cancer.
Texas Twat is going to look foolish. I should not be happy about this. I probably would not, if she hadn’t been such an unbelievable ass to me.
I feel, somehow, vindicated. Go ahead, bitch. Piss me off again. Maybe I can expose to everyone in this town what an unbelievably false person you really are. They would know how much you gossip, they would know how two-faced you are. Oh, and not to mention how passive-agressive. Let’s not forget how you will say things to me as though I don’t know my job - did you forget that I was fucking head-hunted for it, and you’ve only been doing it for a year, to my ten years experience? Take that fucking B.A. in Nursing [uh, we work in INSURANCE] and shove it up your flabby Texas ass.
I’m going to hell for this. My mother would spin in her grave, if she were dead. Bwaaaaahahahaaaa