Night out
Went out last night with people from my old workplace. I was invited by Krazy K, but to be honest she is starting to annoy me a bit. She is extremely clingy, and wants to monopolise my attention. Even if I am talking to someone else, she will just come and stand between us, as if the other person isn’t there.
The weirdest thing about last night was when I went to the bar to get a drink, and Q was there, talking to L (who used to sit behind me) and another bloke I didn’t know.
“Oh, Woman, meet New Woman. J, meet Woman.”
This bloke puts his leg next to mine. “Oh, your feet aren’t really that big,” he says. “You have very big boots to fill.”
This was the man who had taken over my job. Q’s boss. Seems he’s “heard a lot” about me….
When I was talking to him, he seemed a nice enough bloke. However, he is one of those people who is extremely charming, but when he wasn’t around (and when I had sobered up) I thought, “God, he loves himself.” It was very, very weird, because I really didn’t notice it at the time.
Q doesn’t like him. It was funny as well, because J was trying to make out how him and Q were mates, how Q know’s what he’s like, they were buddy buddy. Turns out this is the first time he’s been out for a drink with them after work.
And talking of Q knowing what people are like, “Right, Woman, I’d make a guess at, umm, 40H?” I was gobsmacked. Given how many years even I didn’t know what size I was, and was wearing totally the wrong sized bras, he was bloody close!
Also weird was, when I was talking to other people out, about how I’d met my replacement, so many people said, “Really? Who is he?”
He’s been in that job for a year, and most of the people don’t know who he is. This is the job that, when I did it, *everyone* in the company knew who I was. When I went to the Christmas party, so many people stopped me to wish me a good time, and I didn’t have a clue who they were, but they all knew me. S commented, “Oh, it’s all different now, Woman. There are no emails, no information coming out, no regular meetings letting us know what’s going on. In fact nobody really know what he does.”
No wonder people still tell me I am missed there.
I got very drunk. It wouldn’t have been quite so messy if I hadn’t drunk half of Q’s Southern Comfort and lemonade (someone had bought it for him, and he didn’t want it. Mind you, come to that neither did I).
I did manage to get home though, although it was one of those nights where I watch the clock on the taxi, worried I don’t have enough money to get home. I had just over £3 left in my purse this morning……