8 arms to hold you...
10.01.03
oh bloody hell. i haven't entered a whole new level of awkward. the manager guy who manhandled me last night wants me to do one-on-one training with him. christ. i don't want to be in the same room as him. i can't honestly look him in the eye without hearing him say things about my ass.i know that he won't do any of that here. please don't send links for sexual harrassment, k? it's just all kinds of wrong to have to sit in a room with someone who has expressed the wish to do things that i don't feel comfortable even typing. christ.
let's just say that last night i was very, very, very drunk. he turned into an octopus with the mind of a frat boy. now i just wish that i was home and didn't have to see him.
as the night becomes clearer i'm beginning to see that he was very manipulative. i told him that i wasn't interested and he didn't listen.
perhaps i should call in sick tomorrow?
shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
