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So, I should get up close and personal with people who annoy me? Lordy, it shouldn't be too hard to locate such people. In fact, I can think of several of my co-workers who....nooo, let's just end that train of thought. Not nice, Paige, not nice. Wow, I guess I should obey Aquarius just to better myself as a person!
Am I a bitch? As the term is generally used in American society nowadays? I hope not. I always swore to myself I wouldn't become one, back when I was in college and kind of dumb and naive. Obviously, my life has changed a lot since then. I've had to make compromises, but that doesn't mean I've enjoyed it. Okay...I shall stay close to those I would normally disdain. Fate and destiny, here I come!
I know just the person to get close to. Miranda Fogerty. Poor little Miranda with her stammer and her awful, hideous pantyhose. She's one of the editorial assistants on the Metro Woman staff....and, I admit it, I disdain her. There's just something about the way she stands there, so needy, so misguided in her helpfulness. Still, I suppose I was like her once. I'll be nice to her today. Not creepy-nice, just hopefully-not-a-bitch-nice.
Later. I'm at work. Tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard, nibbling a scone. I think Miranda Fogerty made the scones. I've never really thought about this, but...she brings in food things for the editorial staff most days and they're REALLY good. I guess she must bake them herself...they have that homemade feel.
Here she comes. What should I do?
Am I a bitch? As the term is generally used in American society nowadays? I hope not. I always swore to myself I wouldn't become one, back when I was in college and kind of dumb and naive. Obviously, my life has changed a lot since then. I've had to make compromises, but that doesn't mean I've enjoyed it. Okay...I shall stay close to those I would normally disdain. Fate and destiny, here I come!
I know just the person to get close to. Miranda Fogerty. Poor little Miranda with her stammer and her awful, hideous pantyhose. She's one of the editorial assistants on the Metro Woman staff....and, I admit it, I disdain her. There's just something about the way she stands there, so needy, so misguided in her helpfulness. Still, I suppose I was like her once. I'll be nice to her today. Not creepy-nice, just hopefully-not-a-bitch-nice.
Later. I'm at work. Tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard, nibbling a scone. I think Miranda Fogerty made the scones. I've never really thought about this, but...she brings in food things for the editorial staff most days and they're REALLY good. I guess she must bake them herself...they have that homemade feel.
Here she comes. What should I do?