What an Ass!

Ya’ll will be happy to know that I was a good girl yesterday morning. I didn’t have a drink till at least 5:15! LOL. I was so tempted to because Shel and I went to lunch. Usually we run errands, take a walk, or just pick up something and bring it back. Yesterday, I just couldn’t sit at my desk for another minute. So, we went to Chili’s, had chips and salsa, and talked about non-work things. I did end up with a few drinks in me at the end of the night. I had to put up with an ASS to get them, though.

My manager was planning to take SW out to dinner since it was his night here. In the old days, anytime anyone was in town or if someone had been here for a while and was going back, everyone got invited out. Now days, the managers and maybe if you worked with the person directly, you get invited. I admit that the old days were a blatant misuse of company funds and we all just ate and drank ourselves silly, but when you are given that, it’s hard to take a step back. You feel like you lost some perk when you really shouldn’t have had it in the first place. The only time I feel like “I want to go” is when they are going to a really great restaurant that I love or that I’ve always wanted to try, which isn’t that often. Well, yesterday, one of the managers came over and whispered to me “do you want to come to dinner tonight with us?” Now, remember me mentioning yesterday that I got in at 8? Well, being as I am usually just getting out of bed at 8, I couldn’t think of a reason not to go. Plus the man was all up on me. I felt pressure, so I agreed to go. Thinking about the whole thing, I started to feel like something was up. Did I do something? Are they just trying to make sure I’m “happy” like they did when Ben first left? The 3 managers are going because they always go for the free meals and SW was going because he was their excuse, but why me? Shelly and I speculated for a while a then two of the managers started talking about it. One said “Is it just 6 of us?” and the other one said “Yeah, I asked everyone and no one wanted to come.” Shel was like “Everyone, huh? Didn’t ask me!” He asked her but she declined. I really wish she had come, but if I was asked as an afterthought, I wouldn’t have come either.

So, on to dinner, it ended up being 2 managers from here, one from the UK, the guy that was leaving and the test guy. I was the only girl, which I’m used to, and the only minority, which I’m very used to. The evening started with drinks, which they always do. The guys were their normal selves. Now, I didn’t know this manager from the UK. The only thing I know about him is that the last time he was here it was with a bunch of other guys from the UK. Some of these guys had a bad reputation already and when they came, Lizzy and I were warned about them. Apparently they were also told to stay away from all the ladies in the office. Well, all of these guys went down to south beach for a night out and the next morning, they returned without the manager! Apparently he had been left down there. He was found and somehow made it back to the hotel, but I’m still not sure that we got the whole story. As we sat and had drinks before dinner, I started to see how maybe he was just as bad as the guys that were here before. Through out drinks and even dinner, he was crude and a bit of an ass. He said things that would have been appropriate maybe around the guys, but NOT around me. Everything had a sexual connotation and he even ogled these women for quite a while. I mean, the guys always look at women when they come in to a place, but he was leering at them continuously and even ignored SW when he was speaking to him. I tried to just ignore him or change the subject because I was there with my bosses. I mean, my bosses say stuff sometimes that isn’t really appropriate at work, but I’ve known them for 6 years! This guy I just met and he said stuff above and beyond anything they would say in my or any other women’s presence. At one point we were talking about a new woman that works in the UK. He actually said when asked if he had met her before "Oh yeah! I met her, then came in my pants!" I just couldn’t believe it. What an ass. But I was good. I had a couple of Martinism, a glass or two of wine, and pretended not to hear most of what he said. Hopefully I’ll be gone soon anyway and won't have to depend on pompus sexist asses to sign my paychecks.