Dear Sugar Readers . . .
This is your chance to finally come clean of your latest sins. Write in asking for forgiveness and have others vote on your redemption. You can write about anything from forgetting to feed your cat for two days, to lying to your landlord about not having this month's rent, to hiding the new silver Jimmy Choo slingbacks in your Hermes Birkin. As always, everything is confidential. This is a real treat - it's more cathartic than you could have ever dreamed. It's time for you to wipe that guilty conscience clean and cast your vote on others sins. Today is judgement day!
My boss thinks he's the 21st century Casanova. He's a serious womanizer and was voted one of my city's most eligible bachelor's last year in a reputable magazine. The combination of this 'award,' his good looks and hefty wealth, has given him a colossal ego.
He treats women like objects and he's belittling and condescending to almost everyone. But the main reason why I think he's a grade A jerk, is because he also happens to have a serious, live in and pregnant girlfriend who believes that he is devoted and faithful to her.
I am the one answering the phones in the office everyday and ever since that darn bachelor article was published, the incalculable amount of man hungry incoming calls are interfering with my work. One afternoon after my boss reprimanded me for not getting a task done on time, and threw in that he didn't like the way my skirt made my "behind" look, I decided a vengeful retaliation was in order to put Mr. Wonderful in his place.
For the rest of the day whenever a new lady friend would call, I would scream out the wrong name on purpose to him. For example, if it were Bridgette calling, I'd say, "Dr. Owens, Donna is on the the line for you." At which point the girl would scream in a very peeved way that it was Bridgette, not Donna calling...followed by, "Who's Donna? Is there a woman named Donna calling for Dr. Owens? What does she want and how often does she call?"
I was totally messing with them and I loved every minute of it. When he approached me about it at the end of the day after one of the girls gave him an earful, I simply denied it by saying, "She said her name was Donna, I swear."