Lizzie: It's been three days.
Three days since Fitz told me that Darcy broke up Bing and my sister. And three
days since I have said anything about it to anyone. Not even Charlotte, because
Darcy is Charlotte’s boss’s boss’s consultant or something and I can't let her hate
him the way I do. And I do.
Hate him.
More than ever. I didn’t even know that was possible.
My name is Lizzie Bennet, and I can’t hold it in any more.
"Staff Spirit" Written by Kate Rorick
So for the last few days, Charlotte’s been swamped with Ricky Collins' latest
brainchild: staff spirit development. Basically this involves not mandatory
but highly encouraged goofy office events like
Mustache Day and Wear Plaid Like It's 1992 Day.
Culminating in tonight's Halloween party at the restaurant across the street.
The upshot of this is Charlotte’s been too busy to watch, let alone edit, my last
few videos so she remains blissfully ignorant. I don't think she could stand
to be the same room with him if she knew.
I know I can't. Part of me wants to yell in his face and tell him he’s a jackass, but…
I’m afraid that if I did I’d end up trying to wring his neck. Which would be bad,
considering he's Charlotte's…
something.
[knock on door]
Charlotte: Hey Lizzie, you ready? Where’s your costume?
Lizzie: I don't think I'm gonna make it. Charlotte: Wait, why?
Lizzie: I have a headache?
Charlotte: Oh, come on! If i'm forced to go as a giant condiment, the least you can do is
be a cat for five minutes! Please?
Lizzie: I just don’t think I can manage dressing up and making small talk right now.
Charlotte: Ah, Darcy. Avoiding him really isn't the best way to--
Lizzie: Charlotte please don’t press me on this.
Charlotte: Okay. It’s no big deal. I’ll make your excuses.
Ricky: Oh Ms. Lu!
We must retreat immediately across the boulevard!
The employees have gathered and are eagerly awaiting the announcement of which
costume has won the $25 gift certificate to the fast food
franchise of their choice! Miss Bennet, are you not ready?!
Charlotte: Oh, Lizzie’s really tired. Uh, delayed jetlag. She's going to sit this one out.
Ricky: Oh but Miss Bennet you couldn’t possibly miss the-- Charlotte: The time, Mr. Collins! We can’t be late for our own announcement!
Ricky: Oh, right as always Miss Lu! Oh, feel better Miss Bennet.
Lizzie: [mouths] Thank you!
Charlotte's right about one thing. I am really tired.
Tired of having my life overshadowed by a cloud of misery named William Darcy.
Who is he to have such influence over my life and the lives of the people I love?
Just to torture myself I decided to reread all the postcards, emails, and texts that
Jane has sent me since she moved to Los Angeles.
And you know what, Darcy?
She's not happy. Here's the one from the care package she sent me:
"I haven't seen Bing yet but I'm sure he'll get the message I left him.
He works so hard. New job is great, hoping to make friends with my co-workers. It can get
lonely out here. Saw Caroline finally. She says Bing is so busy with a new study
partner he can't even answer her emails. We were then supposed to meet up for lunch
earlier, but she forgot the day. Oh well."
You know in hindsight, I would've thought that if anyone had a stake in who Bing
dated it would have been Caroline doing the influencing. After all, she does have to be
sister to whoever Bing ends up with. And it does explain why she dropped Jane like
a hot potato. But why in the hell should Darcy care?
I guess that's the point!
He doesn't. He doesn't care who he hurts, or what damage he causes. If he doesn’t like you,
if he thinks you are somehow less than him, he will toss you aside! It's probably a
good thing that I am avoiding him, because if I did
try to strangle him right now, I could probably finish the job.
So for his own sake, if I never see that slimy,
unfeeling, sociopathic robot again, it'll be too soon.
Darcy: Excuse me, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Darcy! [mouths] What?