{"id":2563,"date":"2007-02-28T12:02:07","date_gmt":"2007-02-28T12:02:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=2563"},"modified":"2007-02-28T12:02:07","modified_gmt":"2007-02-28T12:02:07","slug":"excuse_me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/excuse_me\/","title":{"rendered":"excuse me?"},"content":{"rendered":"

i’m not big on confrontation. nor am i big on jumping down someone’s throat in response to some transgression. this means i don’t stand up for myself a lot of the time, which sucks, but i rarely get into situations where i need to. luckily.
\nyesterday at work, i was a hair’s breadth away from both confronting and jumping down someone’s throat.
\ni’d gone downstairs to fetch some stuff, and while doing something else while waiting for said stuff, i heard the guy who’d gone stuff-fetching mutter and curse and come stomping down the stairs near me saying “bitch”. i felt my blood pressure rise and my limbs start to tingle.
\nwhen he returned, stuff in hand, i said to him, very quietly and with a lot of control, “i hope you didn’t just call me a bitch”. somehow i noticed the guy’s boss overheard this and looked up at us from his office with a glint of concern in his eye.
\n“no,” he replied, “i said ‘son of a bitch’. there are no descriptions on half those boxes. i didn’t know where to look for your stuff.”
\na short time later, the guy’s boss walked passed me and muttered “son of a bitch<\/b>“.
\nto which i replied with a chuckle and “oh… there would have been holy hell…”
\nboss-guy laughed, “yeah, i saw the look on your face.”
\ni was in a foul temper, yes. i didn’t realize i looked it, though. see? this is why i can only play poker on the computer. i can’t hide a damn thing.
\nin other news, i made my first bento box<\/a> last night. filled with home-made sushi, miso soup and some edamame. turns out rice with furikake is an acquired taste i’m not sure i want to acquire. otherwise, it was good and almost cute enough to trigger my pancreas. i don’t think i’ll be a daily bento builder, but for a once-in-a-while thing it will be fun to try to make cute food.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

i’m not big on confrontation. nor am i big on jumping down someone’s throat in response to some transgression. this means i don’t stand up for myself a lot of the time, which sucks, but i rarely get into situations where i need to. luckily. yesterday at work, i was a hair’s breadth away from …<\/span> Read More →<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2563","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2563","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2563"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2563\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2563"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2563"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2563"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}