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For like 4 months straight.
Why? So she'll leave me the fuck alone. It was true at first, but then I realized she, for the most part, had stopped thinking every second of free time I had was an open invitation to pepper me with the smallest of small talk.
I fucked up last week and said I felt great, and now she's back to pop out of her seat for the most menial shit every time I get off a phone call, get up from my desk, sit down at my desk, have my ear phones off, or pretty much anytime I'm not on a call.
I can't sit down or get up without her telling me something of absolutely zero consequence.
Still hitting me with mundane stories about her 30 year old "man child". Cool, he got a new xbox game. Cool, he gets a discount at Target. Cool.
She still repeats conversations she has with her 6 year old granddaughter while talking like a three year old.
Still makes the same presumably bland ass food, still offers no matter how many times I decline, still gives the same "I hot the recipe from my granmaw. She was raised in the south.....SO YOU TELL ME HOW GOOD THIS IS GUNNA BE!" Speech for some shit that looks and tastes like it she got from the back of a soup can.
But worst if all?
WANNA SEE MY FURBABIES?
Because I haven't seen enough pictures of her two German Shepherd's doing things like standing, sitting, and lying down.
Today I got back to slogging and groaning my way to my desk, and whining about my sleepless nights. And she's graciously let me be.
Whatever works, I suppose.
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