Kaylee
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- Jul 24, 2006
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A quick fact about me: Because I am ****-poor at small talk, I have a canned response whenever someone I haven't seen in a while asks me how I'm doing. I always tend to say "Oh, you know, just trying to make a living."
This is not because I don't like the person in question...I just have this annoying tendency to answer "how are you doing?" honestly. And that's not always good.
So anyways...I'm out at dinner with some friends, and we run into an old acquaintance of mine from college. I love this guy to death, and while we're not super close, he's always been one of my favorite people to run into.
I learned a month ago that he was fired from his job, though his contract will at least pay him through the summer (perhaps you can see where I'm going with this.)
Yes, as he spots us at our table he comes by, slides in beside me and asks "Kaylee! How the hell are you?"
"Oh, you know...just trying to make a living."
Without missing a beat: "Aw, hell...that's overrated."
Now, he seemed to play it off well, and it was obvious he had had a drinkee or seven. We sat and talked for awhile, and he seemed okay, if not a bit desperate to appear as someone unaffected by losing his job.
But yet and still...Jesus Christ ****balls, I CANNOT believe I said that to him. I feel like the biggest doucheball in the stratosphere.
This is not because I don't like the person in question...I just have this annoying tendency to answer "how are you doing?" honestly. And that's not always good.
So anyways...I'm out at dinner with some friends, and we run into an old acquaintance of mine from college. I love this guy to death, and while we're not super close, he's always been one of my favorite people to run into.
I learned a month ago that he was fired from his job, though his contract will at least pay him through the summer (perhaps you can see where I'm going with this.)
Yes, as he spots us at our table he comes by, slides in beside me and asks "Kaylee! How the hell are you?"
"Oh, you know...just trying to make a living."
Without missing a beat: "Aw, hell...that's overrated."
Now, he seemed to play it off well, and it was obvious he had had a drinkee or seven. We sat and talked for awhile, and he seemed okay, if not a bit desperate to appear as someone unaffected by losing his job.
But yet and still...Jesus Christ ****balls, I CANNOT believe I said that to him. I feel like the biggest doucheball in the stratosphere.