Insult Me, Lose Your Job
Language: en
We were in a conference room at our vendor's office when the guy handling our account leaned back, looked me up and down, and suddenly dropped this gem: "Karen, you look seriously intense. Like a straight-up witch." "And why don't you wear makeup? It makes you look ancient." I cut him a look. "Did my company pay your agency just so you could insult me?" He immediately laughed it off, waving his hand dismissively. "Chill, I was just joking! You can't take a joke? You actually look decent." My face remained a mask of pure ice. "Did we pay you to rate my appearance, either?" Then, right there…