Wednesday, January 17, 2007 | by nathan

Sunrays and Saturdays

Yeah, so -

    running into your douche-bag of a former boss, the man who, by sheer force of his way of being in the world, made you want to bring a gun to work every day, not to hurt him or anyone else, but so that he could watch as the hollowed-out shell you once were committed suicide in front of him, but you figured he’s such a self-involved piece of shit that he probably would just get annoyed that you got gray matter all over his favorite Bill Cosby sweater and Ned Flanders mustache, and he gives you that look like, ‘Yeah, I know you asked to be moved to a different department because of how shitty I treated you, and I have nothing to say, except I sincerely believe that Jesus told me to behave like such a douche-bag, so I can’t really reconcile how much you hate me, and how badly I know I treated you, with the fact that, as a heterosexual white male, I can do no wrong,’ and so you just say a quick hello to each other, then keep walking past, and then later he PUSHES RIGHT PAST YOU to get out the door as quickly as possible to avoid having the whole thing happen again?

                          - awkward.