I’m Mary Fucking Sunshine, Thanks For Asking
Somehow I ended up in the perky department at work. Oddly enough all these “perky” coworkers are men. The partner I work for is the perkiest of them all, which on Monday mornings like today can make the not-so-inner bitch fight to come out. The first time he sees me in every day he asks me how I’m doing. “Fine” is never enough for this man–he wants a whole paragraph. Nothing but sarcastic answers laced with vinegar fill my head. This means that I actually take time in the mornings to think about what I’m going to say when he asks me so that something respectable comes out of my mouth.
One of these days I’m worried that my sarcasm filter is going to be overflowing to the point that a piece of poorly-disguised snark manages to slip out. It almost happened today. These were some of the gems that surely would have gotten me fired, or at least put in isolation:
