The Devastating Effects of an Ex's Revisitation (Part One)


Okay, I admit I'm not devastated. But a girl's got to be a little dramatic when talking about the ex, else there would be no fun would there?

I was sitting in the stairwell taking a break from the drudgery of work, legs splayed against the wall and fantasising about the next trip I will be able to take as soon as I settle my Citibank card. Eugh. MYR 400 going there every month. Sigh. I was sitting there wondering if I could possibly stomach another fag when I heard footsteps. No one really uses this stairwell unless it's for the floors below and no one I know climbs all the way up to the 8th floor anyway. Well, someone was. Someone who smelt very nice too. I sat up and straightened my skirt, and strained to hear anything. Nothing. He was coming up my way! The last drag choked in my mouth when I saw who it was climbing upstairs. Christ. Why do these things happen to me?

It was Zane. Not his real name, naturally.

"What're you doing here?"
"Jez?"
"Mmmh."
"I'm here to see Mat"

Mat's my Boss. Drat. You see I am an unfortunate PR consultant that deals with stuffed suits everyday. But I never expected to see a suit I once used to fuck here. Great. Now, I have to kiss ass and make friends.

"Oh! How nice."
"It's been awhile, still stalking the stairwells, huh?"

And he had this stupid grin when he said it. He used to hate me smoking, among other things, when we were dating back in the day.

"Yeah, so how're you?"
"Late. I was supposed to Mat 15 minutes ago. The lift broke down. Some sort of recovery thing. Know anything about it?"
"Erm, no? Well, I won't hold you.... go ahead. What's this about anyway?"
"Nah, he's doing some consulting for Daddy."

I hate it when grown men refer to their fathers and mothers and Mummy and Daddy. There's something so perverse about it, don't you think?

"Well, I won't keep you then. Talk to you soon."
"Eh, what time's your lunch break? Wanna go down? Grab a bite? Haven't seen you in awhile. You've dissapeared."

For good reason you idiot.

"Er, I have a thing I have to do."
"Okay, some other time. Keep in touch okay? Same number?"
"Yeah."

It's been the same for the past 4 years you idiot. Never kept in touch then eh? Stop smirking Jez!

"Do you have a card or something?"
"Yeah, here..."

And everything comes tumbling out of my purse. Fuck, lipstick fell to the floor below, he went and got it. Let it be known even now, he's still a gentleman, rightly so of course. He dumped me. We said our goodbyes and he left. SHIT! I'll have to go pester Mat for it now. Maybe I shouldn't. Then he'll know, and Mat can be awful about these things. He's a total chauvinist pig. Good worker, good boss though, I must admit. Fuck. Why now?

I spent the rest of the two hours before lunch avoiding the Conference Room. Dealing with my accounts with a fervour I never had in the past 8 months. Good, someone should market this zeal. One bottlecap full for immediate fervour and zest for the task at hand. Sideffects? Wondering why your Ex is here and whether he knew you worked here or if it was just chance. Shit. Shit. Shit.

More later.....