evidently i have an enemy

whilst working this afternoon, a phone call came in from a woman who asked to speak to:

(ahem)

"...that stupid, slut-bag mandy."

my bartender approached me, perplexed, holding the phone to his chest and said

"someone on the phone isn't very happy with you."

i never found out forsure who it was since they hung up almost immediately.

***

damn.

i guess not everyone in the world thinks i'm as awesome as i do.

i will try not to get on prozac over this...