Looks like we got a little carried away over here.
Remember how expateek and Mr D were prematurely ejected from Poland? How, right before Christmas, they had to hear that they were being summarily rejected by The Company's European division? How they had to return to the USA,
And she's still sweeping up the litter from all the ticker-tape parades she's been to, here in the USA, celebrating their repatriation.
Brushing the confetti out of her gorgeous brunette locks.
Pulling at her earlobes a little, trying to adjust her tympani after hearing all the gleeful shrieks of "OMG! You're back! OMG!"
Even Mr D's been a bit verklempt over all the love and attention he's received from his American colleagues. Who knew how much he was appreciated? (Well, expateek did, of course, but very gratifying to have it confirmed that she's not the only one.)
Anyhoo, you may also remember that expateek spent a few dark and wicked hours (more than a few, in truth) wishing the most unfortunate ills upon le French boss of ze bad news, the
Using expateek's best virtual skillz, he was, over the course of several months,
eaten by bears,
pecked to death by birds,
crushed in an industrial machinery accident,
attacked by sharks,
drowned by crocodiles on the Zambezi river,
and stamped upon by expateek's foot.
Not that she harbours grudges or anything. She's as willing as the next person to let bygones be bygones.
She'd pretty much let go of all her anger and resentment, especially after her buddy Don reminded her not to be such a hater.
So you can imagine how expateek felt yesterday evening when Mr D arrived home from work and casually mentioned that le French boss of ze bad news had been demoted.
Oooooah. Quel... umm. C'est... uhhh.
expateek was at a loss for words.
Mr D smiled his cat eating the canary smile at expateek, and without much comment, he quietly opened a nice bottle of cabernet sauvignon.
Not celebrating, of course. Because that would be wrong.
No, just the usual peaceful evening at home, in America.
MORAL: Don't cross expateek, because apparently in the voodoo department she's more powerful than she looks. In spite of not knowing what she's doing. At all.