Hee hee.....

So today it was going to be my manager and me for most of the day. I felt either I was going to kill him, or we would get along pretty well. He's a great manager, just kind of annoying as a person.

Gee, I suddenly realized this sounds just like my old manager, just opposite. I still think I'd rather have the good manager, lol.

He's nice and everything, most of the time. He seems to have three moods- business-like, older-brother, and the-opposite-of-father-figure, which seems to be just an extension of older-brother, but really is kind of different. He's either all serious about the job, running and throwing balls and batting people with pillows, or telling me what's wrong with me and the way I live. The first two I can handle just fine. The last one, when he's attacking me with things like, "You take things to seriously. Lighten up." "You are too sensitive." and "There is no afterlife. There is no God. When you're dead you're dead, that's it. There's no purpose to life. There's no purpose to thinking about how your actions affect other people. It doesn't matter. I'm the only thing that matters to me." Yeah. Those really frustrate me. Along with, "You need to get drunk." "You need to smoke." and it's cousin, "You need to have lots of sex."

Sigh......

Anyway, I got him REALLY good today. Or, something or someone got him.

We were playing cards, him and I, rummy. He had beat me by a lot the first two hands, and he was preparing to deal, and giving me grief about losing. So I said:

Me: "It doesn't matter. I'm going to have an amazing hand next time, and go out on my first turn, and you're going to have a hand full of aces."

Mr. M: "Why is that?"

Me: "Karma."

Mr. M: "I don't believe in karma. Besides, what did I do to you?"

Rather than go into a huge rant about what he'd done to me, I simply responded, "No, I'm going to win because I'm good, and pure of heart." (Which I said slightly sarcastically. There was a huge thing about the "Pure of heart" which I'll spare you, lol)

He dealt the cards, I picked up my hand....and had a KQJ10 of hearts, two other jacks, and a 4. I picked up a card, and then discarded because I didn't need it. He picked up a card, and discarded a jack, which I immediately picked up and went out.

He just sat there, stunned, staring and saying, "Are you f-ing kidding me?" over and over, and then threw the two aces he still had in his hand on the table. I about died. He looked completely and totally shocked, and just kept saying, "Are you kidding me?"

I told him, "Hey, you dealt."

It was BRILLIANT.

He kept muttering, "Karma..." for the rest of the game. I won by 200 points. Brilliant.

So that was point 1 for me. The other two came from both his other moods, actually. I had a sale in which I beat his best number of POSES sold, but came short about $50 in the total sales, just from the extra cards his sale got. The last point came in the game of throwing racquet balls at each other, and I nailed him, quite by accident, in the chin. He didn't come close to leaving a welt on me. I move too fast.

Oh yeah. It was a great day.

That's a fantastic story! LOL