Swift Scribbles: Plan
I’d like to kill my boss.
I don’t care what the jail term is. I’d really like a chance to hurt her in the worst way possible – and then kill her like a chicken for Christmas.
Remind me to tell you the story of a Christmas-chicken-killing gone awry. But this is not about that.
I mean, one of the most important tricks of matchmaking is the subtlety of the match-maker, right?
Suddenly my boss is all over me asking how ‘so-and-so’ is doing. Setting up meetings; four meetings a week with ‘so-and-so’. I mean, we have other business and clients, right?
My colleagues aren’t any help either. Haranguing and harassing me at every opportunity. I have become the killjoy at work – me; who used to be the life of the party.
I cannot continue like this. There must be something I can do – a move I can make to get this undeserved monkey off my back.
They say ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.
Trust me, the only thing more unsafe than an emotionally crippled man…
…is an emotionally crippled man mad at a woman.
Let the scheming begin.