On your mark. Get set. Go!

I sit back in the corner “acting” like I am “texting” while watching a bunch of douche nozzles scatter around for an industry event. Why do I go? I go cause well…nice sales reps get me tickets & I feel rude turning it down & also cause my team friggin sends me work invites that I cannot decline…Jerks.

I realized just THAT much more tonight that I don’t belong in this scene. I actually don’t know why my team keeps on asking me to go. I am of no fun, no humor and no drunkeness.

I think the straw that broke the camels back for me was having some dude who I have never met before this night grab me around this event and would hug and kiss me on the head…he was sorta old, not too old, but certainly old enough to make you feel like youre 5 when getting kissed on the head from a stranger. I was waiting for him to offer me some candy…douche.

I subtly feel molested and for that…I ban ad events for a while.

Good night jerks. I am pissy now. Maybe I will dream of a far away land where dirty old men don’t try to cop a feel on any breathing female.