I went to my friends 40th birthday on Friday. She’s not the average, more than a bit eccentric, batty and the funniest person I know. She and a group of my friends all met at uni doing art degrees. So some off them are a little out there to say the least. Which I love. Interesting and different people.
She and a few close friends there know what I do. They find it hilarious. I don’t like telling strangers for fear of judgement. Or the that’s amazing tell me about it conversation. Which I get a lot. So I say I work in a call centre lol.
So anyways at this party there was a guy I’ve not seen in over 13ish yrs. I had a fling with him yrs ago. He’s a uni friend of my close friends.
I didn’t think anything about seeing him. But as was normal he was sat close by. We had a chat. The usual how’s life things, are you with anyone (He’s not) a bit of flirting, wow you’ve got a son etc…….before we were interrupted with has she told you about her job yet!?
For fucks sake shut the fuck up! I work in a call centre I said. But my friend had a drink and was to busy goading me on. Well it’s not really a call centre is it, she said laughing (she wasn’t being mean) So with my best evil eye I’m staring at her as if to say shut the fuck up! But alcohol had got her!
Out of all their uni friends he’s the most straight-laced. Got a proper serious job. Went to private school. Wealthy parents etc. So I didn’t really want to tell him because I knew what was coming. But my friend had other ideas.
He looked shocked. He laughed and asked am I joking. Errrrr no I said. Why are you doing that? If I remember you had a good job. What’s made you do that? He quizzed. I could tell he thought it was a bad move. A little seedy. He seemed like I’d let myself down or something. Like he felt sorry for me.
Now as much as my plan was to hopefully have a bit of fun with him. I was now more than a bit miffed off. So I turned the tables! So I asked how many hours do you work? About 45 he said. I work about 12 I said. What do you earn an hour? He told me but I earned more, plus it will be a lot more soon with my new line. Do you get a life? Can you choose your own path at work? Do you have a boss? Er yes. No. Yes he said….
Well now you look like a right mug to me mate! I beat you on all levels. So now it’s me who feels sorry for you. So don’t feel like you have the right to look down your nose at me! I’m glad you feel like you’ve done well as a wage slave. But that’s not the kind of slave I like! Lol
We carried on chatting throughout the night. But that flirting had gone. It did make me think about how much Iv changed over the yrs. And that once I was like him, which made me shudder.