Justin and I were careful with each other the rest of the weekend. We went and visited Ben at the hospital on Sunday. I must have looked worse than I thought, because even though Michael was mostly focused on Ben, I saw his face react when he saw mine. He didn’t ask me about it, though.
I don’t know if Michael would’ve found the right words to ask about it, and Brian probably couldn’t have answered, either.
I was almost relieved to go into the office on Monday, but I’d forgotten the accountant from hell missed nothing, absolutely nothing, and decided the ring on my left hand was an appropriate subject for humor in the workplace. Or what he considered humor.
Ted! I love the B/T scenes….
“Didn’t I fire you an hour ago, the last time you brought that up? Why are you here?”
He smiled. “To make your life a living hell. Oh, and keep your company from going awash on the rocks of insolvency.”
Ha!
I stood up and got a bottle of water. I was still giving my liver a little rest. I faced Ted while I took a drink, then set the bottle down on my desk. “I’m a bad boss. I’m a bad son, a bad brother, a bad friend, and will undoubtedly make Justin a bad whatever I am. Now, can we get back to work with that understanding, or are you going to continue tormenting me?”
Ted looked at me thoughtfully, an expression of his that I’d grown to hate and fear.
“and fear.” Yes. Brian’s little descripto-monologue makes me hurt for him a bit.
“You know, Brian, I’ve only met them a few times, but your mother and sister are cunts. You’re the best boss I’ve ever had, a not entirely shitty friend, and for whatever reason, Justin and Michael appear completely impervious to your efforts to excise them from your life the way you’ve done with your mother and sister. Who are, let me repeat, cunts.”
*hugs Ted*
He stood up. I thought about firing him again, but he cut me off.
“I know, I’m fired.” He picked up his laptop and the architect’s proposal, and went to the door. “See you in the morning.”
I considered going down to the art department and taking it out on them, but remembered I’d promised Cynthia not to go down there at all this week. I made a note to fire her the next time I saw her.
Your dialogue is awesome. Brian’s thoughts on the dialogue are awesomer.
rambly feedback, part 4
Justin and I were careful with each other the rest of the weekend. We went and visited Ben at the hospital on Sunday. I must have looked worse than I thought, because even though Michael was mostly focused on Ben, I saw his face react when he saw mine. He didn’t ask me about it, though.
I don’t know if Michael would’ve found the right words to ask about it, and Brian probably couldn’t have answered, either.
I was almost relieved to go into the office on Monday, but I’d forgotten the accountant from hell missed nothing, absolutely nothing, and decided the ring on my left hand was an appropriate subject for humor in the workplace. Or what he considered humor.
Ted! I love the B/T scenes….
“Didn’t I fire you an hour ago, the last time you brought that up? Why are you here?”
He smiled. “To make your life a living hell. Oh, and keep your company from going awash on the rocks of insolvency.”
Ha!
I stood up and got a bottle of water. I was still giving my liver a little rest. I faced Ted while I took a drink, then set the bottle down on my desk. “I’m a bad boss. I’m a bad son, a bad brother, a bad friend, and will undoubtedly make Justin a bad whatever I am. Now, can we get back to work with that understanding, or are you going to continue tormenting me?”
Ted looked at me thoughtfully, an expression of his that I’d grown to hate and fear.
“and fear.” Yes. Brian’s little descripto-monologue makes me hurt for him a bit.
“You know, Brian, I’ve only met them a few times, but your mother and sister are cunts. You’re the best boss I’ve ever had, a not entirely shitty friend, and for whatever reason, Justin and Michael appear completely impervious to your efforts to excise them from your life the way you’ve done with your mother and sister. Who are, let me repeat, cunts.”
*hugs Ted*
He stood up. I thought about firing him again, but he cut me off.
“I know, I’m fired.” He picked up his laptop and the architect’s proposal, and went to the door. “See you in the morning.”
I considered going down to the art department and taking it out on them, but remembered I’d promised Cynthia not to go down there at all this week. I made a note to fire her the next time I saw her.
Your dialogue is awesome. Brian’s thoughts on the dialogue are awesomer.