Mr. D, who I’d now like to refer to as “Grumpy” walked into my office today and said: It’s a good thing you work down here, you obviously need a thick skin — no way that you could get away with being sensitive.”
Me: Why is that Grumpy?
Grumpy: Well, look at you! You have to look at THAT everyday in the mirror?? Ugh, no way to get around that face, you might as well just toughen up.
See what I told you? He’s funny. So funny. Because he’s kidding, right?? Right? Please someone tell me I am pretty.