Chapter 10

Debi:

Just when I think things were good, PL had to come off as being a total dickhead AGAIN. Thank goodness I had some work to do anyway, or God knows what stupid thing I would have ended up saying or doing. At least I'm still getting that part in check so far.

Anyway, we're in conference and all and things were fine; we're all joking around as always. Well, wouldn't you know–surprise, surprise–once something better came into the room, it was almost as Debi no longer existed. Everything from that point that I said was either ignored or shot down. Back to being bench warmer.

Then the breaking point for me came during his whole "my this" and "my that" to someone else in the room.

So when I started joking around with "And your Missy," this was the lovely response I got:

Mhm.

Wow, why not just say I'm just another one of those stupid girls instead? Guess I'm not so special after all.

And people wonder why I don't talk much? This is how I always get treated. Why even bother having me in the room at all, then bitch when I leave to do other things? I mean, it isn't rocket science to see I'm not wanted there in the first place.

I don't care what anyone says or thinks, etiher; stuff like this totally pisses me off. Don't treat me one way one minute, then turn around and act like I don't even exist the next.

So what is the fucking point of me being around anyway?