revenge is so sweet!

i don't know if i've mentioned it before, but the company i work for is a small operation. there are about 15 employees between both companies my boss owns. needless to say, it is a very family sort of environment. we all get along, for the most part. that is, until recently. enter upon the scene the newest addition to the family: ms. colombia. now, let me say i have nothing against colombians at all. however, this one in particular used to get under my skin on a regular basis when she first started here. the receptionist we had at the time fared worse than i with her. it was a constant issue with the two of them. the receptionist and i were rather close and i think i got caught in the crossfire a lot. she gets under my skin MUCH less now that the receptionist is gone. either that or i have just gotten used to her. regardless of why, it is in my best interest to get along with her as she is VERY close to both of my bosses. i know what side my bread is buttered on. of course all the customers think she is a hottie. she has the latin accent when she speaks english and plays the poor innocent little spanish girl with batting eyelashes rather well. she does the cutesy thing well too, running around calling people "sweetie potato pan cake" with a thick spanish accent. the guys melt every time. trust me, papito, that aint what its all about.

at any rate, the story goes like this: she comes on board, all sorts of clashes begin between her and the receptionist, lots of sarcastic little comments to me, silent treatment, dirty looks, etc.

fast forward to the company party for july 4th. i had shoulder length hair at the time and my boss had scheduled a spa day for my birthday which was around the corner. we were all talking about what was planned for my hair and she, of course, was giving her advice. she is the office expert on all things cosmetic. *sarcastic smile* i was telling her how long my hair was before (which i didn't think she knew) and she said she remembered. i asked her "did i have long hair when i met you?" and she replied "yes, i met you when you were ugly and had long hair." of course, my jaw dropped. i raised an eyebrow and asked her "did you just call me ugly?" according to her, she didn't. she claims to have meant that she finds long hair ugly and that it was a language malfunction.

i said all that to say this: fast forward to today. i'll give you three guesses as to who was asking me for diet advice and the first two don't count. *doing the nanny nanny boo boo dance* she wants to drop a few pounds before some christmas party she has to go to with her man and came to ME to ask how to go about it. maybe after she does it, i can tell her "i met you when you were ugly and fat" and then claim to have meant something else.

but like i said, she and i are getting along now and i'm over her past rudenesses (don't you just love when i make up words?) so of course i won't be doing anything like that ... pregnant pause ... well, maybe.


Posted: 3:19 PM, 11/29/2007