13 February, 2006
FBF (Flatmate/Best Friend) and I were invited to GB (Ginger Boss, whom I work with)'s house for dinner on Saturday evening. She had come to our place for dinner some time ago (about 6 months) and had decided she was required to return the favour, in a very polite British stylee. Both FBF and I would have been thrilled to never see her socially again (especially as I have to work with her every day); however, we accepted the invitation out of courtesy.
At first, it appeared that the evening would be fine. GB was being fairly pleasant, as were both of us. However, after a few bottles of wine, everyone was a little more relaxed, and the fireworks commenced.
It all started with a typical GB comment:
GB: Oh, I liked New Zealand, because I felt really superior...
FBF: Um, well that's an interesting perspective.
GB: Yes, well I feel superior in America too, being British.
Ziggy and FBF's jaws are slack with horror (especially as both of us are Australian, and it is fairly obvious she is letting us know that she is 'superior' to us also).
The interesting thing was that initially, I wasn't that surprised about what she was saying. The likely reason for that is I spend all my working time with her, and hear this sort of thing quite often. FBF only sees her on choice occasions like this one. So when FBF was suitably horrified, I realised just how negative this woman is.
How long can I continue to work with someone who regards me as inferior?