Truly Madly Deeply: Chapter 12

oBITCHuary: Well, I’m officially employed.

McMonster: Should I pop the champagne?

oBITCHuary: No. Save it. I’ll smash it on my new boss’s head when I get desperate.

McMonster: Hmm. Promising start.

oBITCHuary: The man legit despises me, Mac.

McMonster: I have a nickname now?

oBITCHuary: FOCUS.

McMonster: Right. Shitty boss. Why does he despise you?

oBITCHuary: I think because I once slept with him and it ended up with a lot of drama and zero orgasms for me. He was my first. And…well, my last. Pathetic, right?

McMonster: IDK. Maybe if he knew all that background he wouldn’t hate you?

oBITCHuary: LOL. If he knew all that background he’d make fun of me until the cows came home.

McMonster: What does it mean, that you chose to sleep with him even though men make you anxious?

oBITCHuary: That I have terrible judgment?

McMonster: Or (playing devil’s advocate here, bc that’s apparently what he is), he doesn’t make you feel threatened.

oBITCHuary: Don’t take his side, Mac!

McMonster: I’m not taking any sides. I’m just making you look at the big picture.

oBITCHuary: The picture is wonky. And about to make me work my ass off. Ten-hour shifts.

McMonster: Suck it up, buttercup.