Office affairs, part deux

It was hard to concentrate on my work when Miller the freelancer had just announced that he was single. It was even harder when he played Foo Fighters on his iTunes instead of his usual blend of electronica.

"This is for you," he MSN-ed me and added a smiley icon after it. It was revoltingly charming and rude at the same time. Like eating wasabi ice-cream in one go.

I knew what he was trying to do. But I didn't know was what I was trying to do when I transferred more of my songs to his desktop. What was I thinking? Trying to convert a clubhead into a rock connoisseur? Gosh!

More MSN messages with more-than-obvious hints followed. It was amusing in the beginning but now it was just sad. I had to put an end to it and so I asked, "Do you know what you are doing?"

The music stopped and hours passed by, nary a word. Lunch time came and Miller didn't join me and my colleagues. Then I heard that he got back together with that airhead bimbo of his who managed to fall for his bag of tricks. By the end of the day, I had also found out that I wasn't invited to a party that he was going to. How old was he?! Five?

So much for being nice to jerks. Now how do I get my songs back? Hmm, this calls for some ninja action...