So apparently, we're still in high school. GREAT.

So this week, I got told on for saying that I wouldn't be able to attend my boss's ex-boss's summer barbecue. On a Saturday, 2 hours away from my apartment. By bus.

A coworker asked me if I was planning on going, and I said, no, probably not, explaining about the whole Saturday/2 hour/bus thing.

So what does she do? She emails my boss who is OUT ON MATERNITY LEAVE and TELLS ON ME. My boss proceeds to email me to pressure me to go, and I have to awkwardly explain why I can't (or rather, won't). But come on - are you fucking kidding me? Are we thirteen? I mean, you're like 33 and married, lady - and you're going to run and TELL ON ME to the boss-lady?!

Also, where in my original offer letter does it state that I have to sit on a smelly bus for 2 hours on a Saturday to attend an awkward barbecue IN JERSEY held by a man I NO LONGER WORK FOR where I would be a.) the only person there under the age of 30 and b.) the ONLY person there without a boyfriend, husband, or several young children in tow?! I don't remember that particular clause.

Just kidding. But seriously, what will I get if I devote yet another day of my week to my job by going all the way to the middle of nowhere to suck up to my recent new-mom boss? Am I going to get my recently suspended overtime hours back? (This was my "reward" when I got promoted - working the same amount of hours but for less pay, because now I'm "salaried." Nice, huh?) No? Oh, I'm just going to get awkwardly ogled by aforementioned boss's ex-boss in front of his wife? And subtly criticized by my boss, who apparently thinks I can't wait until I'm married and in my 30s to have a bitchy passive-aggressive mother-in-law? And forced to bounce the small, sticky children of my coworkers on my knee while chugging rum-and-cokes to dull the emotional pain of my life? Methinks I am OUT, my friends. OUT.

Instead, I am going to dinner and movie with my roommate and some of her/my (I think I can call at least one of them "my" at this point) friends, including the guy she used to date but is still obviously in love with and who has never met any of her friends before. Still a tiny bit awkward, but at least we're all hovering around 25 and don't have to hire a babysitter to watch the kids. Also, we're staying in Manhattan. And while I won't get any brownie points at work, I will get to see District 9 which I am SO PSYCHED ABOUT. The reviews look amazing. Maybe I'll try writing one of my own here after I see it - an interesting exercise.

Ok, well, now that I've bitched and moaned about the ridiculous social pressure at work, I should be off to bed (or, to be honest, more browsing of entertainment sites GAH MY LIFE, WHAT AM I DOING WITH IT?). Later.