I feel like shit at the moment. I asked my bitchy Japanese co-worker who has systematically sucked the life force out of this job if she would be willing to partake in a Christmas potluck and gift exchange. Last year she put in a time off request during the day of the event in order to avoid the uneasy feeling of breaking bread with those who she loathes. After a minute of playing eye ping pong with my other co-worker to see who would step up to the plate and go one on one with this pyonggang geisha, I ask, "So Sandra, how are you this lovely morning?"
She replies with a smile that would ignite a hearth, "I'm fine, thanks for asking."
"Would you be interested in a potluck and a holiday gift exchange?"
"No thank you." She retorts, all the while keeping that loving smile glued to her Japanese exterior.
Good fucking Lord, I feel like I just got rejected to Homecoming.