I love when ironic things/situations happen. Don’t you? Especially nowadays with Facebook and all the other social media outlets, it seems the irony just doesn’t stop. This friend is friends with that friend. This friend hooked up with the friend. You get the point, I think.
Well anyway, I logged onto Facebook for my morning entertainment, and I was not let down. This crazy b****, we will call her CB, updated her work profile. (I will soon explain why CB is crazy, so just roll with me). Her profile has been updated to say that she now is an employee of Cook Medical. This is not a surprise to you of course, but to me, I think I almost fell out of my chair. My dad works for Cook Medical. Cook is a small privately-owned corporation, which not many people have heard of, unless you live in Bloomingotn, IN. So, I pretty much was shocked when I saw that CB now works for Cook. Also, on another note, what you need to know about KD, my dad, is that he is the man at Cook.
I immediately texted KD.
Me: Do you know CB?
KD: Name doesn’t ring a bell, why?
Me: She is a district manager at Cook, just got hired.
KD: How do you know her?
Me: She updated her Facebook profile.
KD: Oh Ok……….
Me: Have you met her?
KD: Not yet…….
That was the convo KD and I had via text. I cannot wait until he meets her, but before they meet, let me give you a little synopsis of my experience and others’ experiences with CB. I met her though a friend of mine. Some of my friends know her b/c she went to high school with them; also she has over 3,700 Facebook friends. This girl clearly gets around.
My first experience with her I ended up one pair of sunglasses and one pair of shoes short. Needless to say, I left these items in her car that night, and never received them back. Really? Next, I saw her a few years later, not by choice, and she acted like she was my BFF. She kept asking me if I have Facebook, and she wanted to take all these pictures to post. Again, really? Finally I saw her at a Steelers game; once again it was a must we take a picture to post on Facebook. Really? I bet if I saw her today, she would have NO idea who I am. Too bad for her, now that she is working for my dad.
That was just my experience with her. Other friends of mine, Ross-I (The Captain) and Lucente both have had some not-so-good experiences with her. She pretty much conned Lucente into paying for her drinks/appetizers/dinner one night. Following up with ‘yeah, we def will all have to go out again, and I’ll pick up your tab.’ Lucente has yet to experience this. So anyway, I am sure there are more horror stories, but in the meantime these will suffice. So what have we learned? She stole from me, lied to Lucente, used Lucente. Who else did she do this to? Do I need say more? I don’t think so.
At this point, you are probably asking why I am Facebook friends with this chickadee? Basically, she keeps me entertained. The antics, the nonsense, the porn-posing pictures all add up to a giggle here or there.
I asked Ross-I to describe her in five words……
‘very fucked up in head’
Hello. My name is Emily, and in seven years I will be an alcoholic. Well not really considering I may be there already. J/K; although I do love vodka (Stoli) amongst other alcoholic beverages. Seriously, my name really is Emily, but there are a plethora of names by which I go. Emily. Ava. Supe. Miss Supe. The Supe. Nels. Emmo. I think that is pretty much all of them. Beside that, I love sports. Pittsburgh Peguins. Pittsburgh Steelers. Pittsburgh Pirates. Yes, that means I would watch a Pens game over a Steeler game any day. I am a huge gymnastics fan, considering it was part of my life for 20 years. Did I mention I play dek hockey? If not, I do. I love the fall.shoes.dresses.crosswrod puzzles.traveling.reading. My favorite book is 'Catcher in the Rye.' I hate phonies; get away from me, thanks. I also hate people in my personal space, even my boyfriend, don't worry it is not just you. I love nerds.chocolate covered gummi bears. I think that is all you need to know at the moment. O yeah, one more thing; I do not trust people who do not drink.
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