there is this one guy at work named simon. he is really mean to me. on a daily basis, he will tell me to kill myself, ask if i have any friends, tell me to quit, and make fun of everything i do. but he only does it to me and no other girls. why? am i a miserable person who should die? am i not worthy of his kindness? (notlike he has any, that god damn motherfucker.) jesus! i swear, when he says shit to me, i try not to let it get to me but it really does. and then i feel all weird because everyone else is normal and i am the only one who isn't. tonight he left early to go to a party and get shitfaced. good. we got more tips, but then he calls work and i answer the phone. he wants to know the phone number if this girl who works with us. what am i, a god damn phone book? i swear. i must have "verizon" written on me or something. anywho, i was like, "no." and he said please? and i was like, no. so then he asked if he could talk to someone else and i was like fine. dumb bastard. rot in hell. i hope he gets drunk and chokes on his own vomit.