you don't suppose it's because of today's date, do you?
you'd think people would know well enough to stay clear of you once they see tell-tale marks of how you've only been getting an hour's worth of sleep each night morning for a week now, because of midterms and whatnot. i don't know about you, but if i see a girl with uncombed hair, a perma-scowl, wan cheeks, and eyebags that could've held all of imelda's and tara reid's shoes, holding on to a venti latte as if her life depended on it, i would quietly back away, careful not to make any sudden movements.
see, some people don't have that much sense.
remember that girl who wouldn't shut up about her being in three, count 'em, THREE!!!! weddings last spring (never mind the fourth wedding, i wouldn't have been surprised if there had been a funeral afterwards. hers. death by the people whose ears she talked off and who decided nothing they ever did was worth that much torture.)?
i don't care if she's way up the corporate ladder, or if she makes thrice of what they pay me, or if she's working on getting all those suffixes attached to her name; she still doesn't have the right to come marching to me, and then try to make me feel bad about something she messed up in the first place. if she made an effort to actually use what's inside that big head of hers (assuming it's not all hot air), she wouldn't be in the shit she's in now.
as much as i appreciated the histrionics, which normally would've just amused me, i really didn't care much for how she talked down on me and how she looked at me like i'm responsible for all the cruel names i'm preeettty sure she was tortured with for most of her childhood and adolescent years.
and she had the nerve to look insulted because i stood up for myself? she should consider herself lucky. had i gotten an extra hour's sleep, i would've had the energy to give her even more than what she got from me today. just because i make an effort not to attract bad karma (a futile attempt, judging from recent events) doesn't mean that i can't give as good as i get.
she pissed me off so much that now, i'm not going to give her the friendly advice i've been meaning to share with her. that boyfriend of hers that she talks about when she's in her "ooh, let me give those girls something to envy..." mood? so not doing the job. because not even in my most desperate moments did i ever consider anybody who looked like roseanne's reject hot.
it's not even halloween yet and people are already making me a witch. can't i be a ballerina princess or a fairy something-something instead?
eta: i totally enjoyed butting heads with what's-her-face, and it was only after my boss told me how proud she was of me that i realized it could've easily gone the other way. and then i would've been blogging about how i lost my job...
see, some people don't have that much sense.
remember that girl who wouldn't shut up about her being in three, count 'em, THREE!!!! weddings last spring (never mind the fourth wedding, i wouldn't have been surprised if there had been a funeral afterwards. hers. death by the people whose ears she talked off and who decided nothing they ever did was worth that much torture.)?
i don't care if she's way up the corporate ladder, or if she makes thrice of what they pay me, or if she's working on getting all those suffixes attached to her name; she still doesn't have the right to come marching to me, and then try to make me feel bad about something she messed up in the first place. if she made an effort to actually use what's inside that big head of hers (assuming it's not all hot air), she wouldn't be in the shit she's in now.
as much as i appreciated the histrionics, which normally would've just amused me, i really didn't care much for how she talked down on me and how she looked at me like i'm responsible for all the cruel names i'm preeettty sure she was tortured with for most of her childhood and adolescent years.
and she had the nerve to look insulted because i stood up for myself? she should consider herself lucky. had i gotten an extra hour's sleep, i would've had the energy to give her even more than what she got from me today. just because i make an effort not to attract bad karma (a futile attempt, judging from recent events) doesn't mean that i can't give as good as i get.
she pissed me off so much that now, i'm not going to give her the friendly advice i've been meaning to share with her. that boyfriend of hers that she talks about when she's in her "ooh, let me give those girls something to envy..." mood? so not doing the job. because not even in my most desperate moments did i ever consider anybody who looked like roseanne's reject hot.
it's not even halloween yet and people are already making me a witch. can't i be a ballerina princess or a fairy something-something instead?
eta: i totally enjoyed butting heads with what's-her-face, and it was only after my boss told me how proud she was of me that i realized it could've easily gone the other way. and then i would've been blogging about how i lost my job...
